序言2013年8月,和我们相濡以沫五十多年的父亲离开了我们。一个完整的家破碎了。很长时间,我都走不出内心的伤痛。父亲走的时候87岁,也算高龄了,让我伤痛不已的不是他走得太早,而是太痛苦。眼看着癌症把他折磨得不成样子,我们却束手无策。这让我一想起来,心里就刺痛。父亲走了两年后,我和姐姐才去彻底整理他的房间。 Preface In August 2013, the father who had enjoyed each other for more than 50 years left us. A complete home is broken. For a long time, I could not walk my heartache. 87 years old when my father walked, can be considered old age, let me hurt not he went too early, but too painful. Watching cancer torment him unspeakably, we are at a loss. This reminds me, my heart tingling. Two years after my father left, my sister and I went to completely clean up his room.