An article in memory of her late husband.

Where you will go is a common occurrence in life, but we still can't feel sad. The following is an article I compiled in memory of my late husband. I hope you like them.

Article 1 in memory of my late husband: June 15, in memory of my late husband, is a sad day for me, and life is worse than death. My husband left me and my children forever. He left in a hurry and was unwilling. He retired less than three years ago, just living a leisurely life, enjoying the family happiness of his children and grandchildren around their knees. God was unfair to him and took his life in just a few months, so that we would never see each other again.

My husband has a rough life and a lot of fate. I lost my father when I was a child. When I was in primary school, I encountered a natural disaster for three years, and when I was in junior high school, I encountered "". /kloc-go to the countryside at the age of 0/6,/kloc-stay in the countryside at the age of 0/6. My best youth was spent in the countryside. He didn't return to this city until he was in his thirties. Everything has to start from scratch. He studies hard and works hard. His career is far from successful, but he works hard. He is very content to become the business manager and vice president of the company from a salesman.

My husband is a person who attaches great importance to family relations. He is a good husband and father. In his family, he is a good brother of his elder sister-in-law and a good uncle of his nephew and niece. In my family, I am a good son-in-law of my parents and a good brother-in-law of my sister-in-law. He is a good employee and leader in the unit. He is honest, sincere, calm and diligent, and he is a good man in the eyes of his colleagues. His sudden death made his family and friends very sad, and they all felt deeply sorry for him.

Fate really plays tricks on people. After 44 years of hard work, he can finally enjoy his old age and live a leisurely life. No one would have thought that a person who is usually so strong would be gone, which is even more difficult for me to accept. I mean, I shouldn't do this every day. I don't know if the ground is working. I can't hear him after I shout. After he left, I wanted to cry, and my eyes were full of his shadow. I know that man has gone and will never come back. I also know that he and I can only see each other in heaven and earth all our lives, but I feel that he is still alive in my heart and just left me.

Honey, when you leave, it's like a long trip thinking that you will come back.

Honey, you left, really left, and opened the crane fairy, which is incredible.

Honey, when you leave, you relieve the pain and leave it to the people who love you.

Husband, you left, peacefully, leaving a sadness of the living.

Honey, you left quietly and put a sharp knife in the heart of your loved ones. Tear up the bleeding heart, cut the tears and rub them together. It hurts.

Honey, we are already friends of life and death. Even if I cry at the horizon, I can't find your shadow disappearing into the sky.

Honey, you will never hear my voice again, and I will never see your voice and smile again. You just left me at the Xiao Xuan window, and you left me at Dwarf Matsuoka.

Honey, you only left me endless thoughts, which made me miserable and missed this life. ......

Quote the northern song poet Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi? On the twentieth day of the first month, I remember dreams day and night.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Mourning for my late husband Article 2: Mourning for my late husband is the Mid-Autumn Festival again. However, this Mid-Autumn Festival, in my heart, the moon is no longer round, people are no longer round, and home is no longer round? I really want to spend a Mid-Autumn Festival alone, on this full moon night in August and May. I just want to be alone with the moon and tell it quietly. Miss, miss the dead relatives? My love.

At this time, I really want to say to the moon: Let me accompany you, ok? No wine, no poetry, no songs, only silent gaze. I just feel that at this moment, you have me and I have you. Honey, when you left, you just left without looking back. I miss you so much. In June 1 1, I invigilated for one day, and it was past 6 o'clock when I got home. You are waiting for me when you are cooking. At dinner, we talked about our son's college situation, and you drank some wine happily. Suddenly you can't lift the wine bowl, and the wine spills all over the table. I was scared. I shouldn't have called you. A little slow, you ask me: What happened to me just now? I helped you to the sofa, and you cried out with your head in your arms, and then you vomited wildly. I'll call 120 to take you to the hospital. In the hospital, you were conscious, took my hand and said, honey, will I die? Later, sometimes you talk nonsense, sometimes you are in a coma, and then you don't breathe on your own. We didn't see you because we were transferred to the intensive care unit. The child didn't see you after 12 flew back in the middle of the night. I want to see you again during hospital visiting hours through 13, but I can't wait. You 13 left early in the morning, didn't see the children, didn't say a word to us, and left your 80-year-old parents behind. The doctor said: Your brain aneurysm ruptured and you bled many times, so there is no room for rescue. I really hate that I am not a doctor and I can't keep you.

You left, leaving with pain, let us miss you in pain, that heartbreaking miss makes me suffocate. I don't know how to face life and take care of children in the future. Without you, life loses its color. I wonder if you are all right there. I really want to think that this is not true. You're just out of town. Come back when you're done. I know you left painfully and reluctantly, and you don't want to leave us, but I deeply understand your powerlessness. When you grabbed my hand and slowly cooled down, I wanted to warm you with my body temperature, but I held on tight, and you left with so many regrets. You are still secretly planning your grand plan. I know your regret, but I can't help you and can't fulfill your wish. I just want to live a plain life with my children. You are more worried about everything at home than I am. Who will cook and wash dishes after you leave? Who will clean the table and mop the floor after you leave? Who will repair the broken things at home after you leave? After you leave, who will go to the bank to withdraw money to pay the bill? Who will massage my sore shoulder when you leave? Who will drive me to work and take me home after work when you leave?

When you leave, who will listen to me and help me out? Who will buy fish food to feed the fish after you leave? (Do you know? You have kept two red carp for many years, and one of them couldn't help but feel sad four days after you left. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I rummaged through several passbooks and savings cards with your and your children's names on them, trying to cancel them, but I didn't know the password, so I tried to enter my birthday, but I didn't expect it to be all right. Dear, although you didn't leave a word, you always think of us in your heart. Because you usually take care of us, my living ability is getting worse and worse. Because you know, even if you leave, you don't want to leave me any trouble, do you? Can you stop worrying when you reach that world? Stop scrimping and saving. My children and I have given you enough money.

You left. Take care of yourself without my care. If you miss us, come into our dreams. Promise me? You've spent half your life worrying about your children. The child finally got into the university, or did you send it to the university in Chongqing yourself? We used to worry about children, but we didn't care about romance. You told me that when the children are not around, we should enjoy ourselves and go on our honeymoon. You keep your word. You drive me to work every day. For this reason, you sacrificed the opportunity to sleep late. After driving me to school every morning, you have to wait for another hour before you can go to work directly. When you don't need to pick me up, I'll go home from work and eat your hot food right away. I'm really happy! But this life has only started for a few days, and I can't enjoy it anymore. Have you forgotten? You said that Chongqing and Chengdu are beautiful and prosperous, and you will be my tour guide when you go to see the children in the future. We also made an appointment to travel during the holidays and enjoy everything we didn't have a chance to enjoy before. But what about you? Honey, I miss you. I really miss you, you know? Why do you want me to bear such a cruel reality? It's really unbearable. Come back. There are also your favorite mooncakes, apples and jiaozi on the table. Come back and eat! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Every night, I will silently pray for your peace in heaven! Pray for your well-being. Even if we are at the ends of the earth and you and I can't look at each other, I can still feel your presence. I can't forget it, I can't let it go, and I can't help but think of it. If there is a next life, I will be your woman, and I will stay with you for the rest of my life, through the silver wedding, golden wedding and diamond wedding we promised.

This life can't be old hand in hand, I believe the afterlife will come to the end! Can you see what I wrote I really miss you. Can you hear me in heaven? Can you know in another world how much I care about your kindness, love and concern? How can you leave me alone? How can you bear it? I really miss you, I really miss you! Dear, when you are gone, I can't see you, hug you or lean on your shoulder! Love, please rest in peace! Don't worry, I'm at home. Your unfinished business will be completed by me and my children. Your unfinished filial piety is completed by me and my children. Everything is fine at home! Love, I can't forget your gentle smiling eyes, like moonlight. I can't forget your strong hands and generous shoulders, which are my pillar and my support.

On this special day, let the bright moon take away my thoughts and blessings. Miss you when the moon is full! On the other side of the distant world, I can't reach you, but the love you gave me and the happy time you gave me will never fade in my memory. Life and death have separated you from me in two worlds, heaven and earth apart, but I can't separate my infinite memories of you. I know, there are always some people, some friends, you can't meet. Can only be silently treasured in my heart, often miss. ? It's an ancient shame, isn't it . Even so, good wishes still flow in my heart? I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. The night was deep, it was quiet around, and the moon came out. I believe that the sky is still bright and starry tonight. I know, I can sleep in peace.

Article 3: The war to mourn the late husband is unforgettable, because it has brought too much sorrow to mankind. People die once, but the living relatives will fall into endless sorrow. Tombstones built in the United States are for people to express their sadness and condolences here. Humans have always been contradictory animals. It stands to reason that it is human instinct to avoid misfortune, but as always, human beings are scrambling to step into these tombs built for war, and the death toll is rising. According to statistics, more people died in the war in the last hundred years of the 20th century than in the previous 1900 years. From this perspective, is mankind really making progress?

There is no sorrow on the battlefield. Soldiers are not allowed to grieve and have no time to grieve. There is only cruelty on the battlefield.

Sadness only exists behind the war. When a phone call apologizes to your family and tells you that your son died for his country in a distant battlefield, who can not be sad at that time? Sadness is a right, and sadness is also a common sense.

This "mourning for my dead husband" undoubtedly exaggerates this sad anger to a very strong degree.

The unlit desk lamp on the left hits the wall near the door, and the illuminated wall divides the picture in two. Left, alive, bright; Yes, dead, dim.

In the middle, a burly officer occupied the visual center, took off his hat and paid tribute to the deceased. I can't see his face, so it must be expressionless. Soldiers' faces are always like this. It is not that they don't want to, but that they can't, because they have too many reasons not to cry.

The wife of the deceased on the sofa is hiding her face, maybe crying, maybe just silent sadness. The picture is fixed here, and I can't imagine her mood, because I can't understand the sadness of her dead husband.

The coffin of the deceased is placed in the farthest upper right corner, which is the only light in this haze. The cross is placed on the wall, and the light shines on the body like a star, as if the light of heaven is guiding the dead to follow the footsteps of Christ, so that God's kindness and tolerance can forgive this ignorant child.

A little suffocating. The darkest place is not a corner out of the light. My sadness falls on the dark military uniform. I didn't like soldiers since I was a child. In my opinion, the appearance of soldiers only indicates death.