Uncle's gone

? The sunshine of these two days is bright and warm, just like my uncle's love, which has been shining on us. The weather in 65438+February is a rare good weather. I think it's just these two days. The mountain is red, green and green. Although it is close to withering, it still keeps its fragrance. At first glance, the scenery is still beautiful. The sun fell from the sky, and the spots and a little light passed through me, feeling his temperature and washing away his anger. Everything is wonderful!

? My uncle has been dead for two days, and I don't feel anything. I think he's still somewhere, watching us. My uncle is the core of this family, and her three sisters (including my mother), cousins, nephews and nieces, as well as other uncles and family members, all received his "kindness" without exception.

My uncle used to work in a regular unit and received a lot of retirement wages, but he was ill for many years, with heart disease, stomach trouble and diabetes. I bought all the medicines with my own money. I also give some money to my relatives and friends from time to time on holidays, but I eat very sparingly. Every time, he especially wants to help others, so every time he comes home, he brings more than ten dollars, one hundred, one hundred and five thousand one hundred. I don't know if he's doing well, eating well and being in good health. Everyone only knows that he is "rich".

Speaking of which, I want to cry. . . . . .

I don't have too many memories of my uncle because I don't have much time together. He lived abroad for many years and occasionally heard him talk about the past. I went to work in another place. I specifically checked that place, but I didn't go there to experience life.

My uncle has suffered a lot in his life, and I especially want to know what happened before. My grandparents have never met, so I envy others having grandparents, but I have such an uncle.

He is tall, caring, warm and kind, wise and virtuous, and his style of always putting others before himself makes many people think that he is a "good man". Think about it. In fact, no one is not selfish, and no one does not want to think for himself, but he does very little for others.

I'll never see him again. I secretly saved photos of those days in my mobile phone, but I dare not look at them or recall them. Every time I pass by his door, I seem to see him playing at the door. This illusion has a sense of loss.

? Before my uncle left, I began to explain everything, such as how to do things, what rules, when to do things, and how to do them. It's really like playing chess. Many things will be dealt with accordingly. He also left tens of thousands of dollars for his aunt, worrying about some things about his cousin. This is why I feel my uncle is "smart". He is too clever.

I especially want to record a lot about him, but I have to interview all his memories one by one.

Although my uncle is gone, he will always be in our hearts. He is the most respected person in my life!