A 23-year-old girl died a few days ago because of an acute stomach ulcer, sending news is the girl’s friends, netizens ran to the girl’s microblogging to see, December 14 at 5:20 pm, the girl sent a microblogging: begging for stomach medicine, pain dead, 15 at 4 pm, and in the hospital microblogging, lamenting life and death, more cherish the people around you, and then, the person is said to have died. Microblogging this matter as a hot spot was discussed for two days on the past, the media began to do stomach problems, overworked death and other topics, a person came, a person left, and so it is, except in the hearts of the closest people left traces in the world, and soon forgotten, as if it never existed. I think of my father, friends who are a little familiar with me know that he was partially paralyzed with a brain hemorrhage when I was very young, and eventually died after seventeen years of paralysis, before falling ill, my father was a healthy, energetic man, the kind of man who usually does not even get a cold in a year, because of this, he was always blindly optimistic and confident about his health, so much so that high blood pressure also He often forgot to take his medication because he was busy with his career, and finally had a sudden brain hemorrhage one summer evening after getting caught in a heavy rain. The life of our family was changed from then on, and so was my fate, but at that time I was an ignorant teenager who did not know fear, and many things to understand only later, a teenage girl, from elementary school to learn to understand, no longer give trouble to the family, no longer have the protection of my father, everything has to rely on themselves. I lost my father’s shelter as well as my mother’s care, but what could be done about it? When my father fell ill, my mother was not yet fifty, because she had to take care of him and support the family with all her might, she had to suffer a lot. In these seventeen years, I watched a woman who was once rich and beautiful become a dried up old woman after seventeen years, seventeen years of serving my father every step of the way, shopping, eating, and gathering with friends became a luxury. In this case, the only thing I can do is to do my part not to add to the adults, how many tears are swallowed alone, how much loneliness is borne by themselves, being bullied will not go home to cry. Not to mention the college entrance exams, choosing a career, and falling in love all by themselves, how many detours, the most difficult period of time, and connected to the boyfriend for many years to break up, live for more than 30 years to move home, mother partial this time broke her hand, a crushed arm fracture, bed lying paralyzed dad, every morning to go to school morning study to evening study. Three years before my father’s death, our New Year’s Eve was spent in the hospital reading, time and time again, to receive the notice of critical illness. Because I don’t know who I can go cry with, so I didn’t cry anymore, anyway, I’m used to it, or face it, but sometimes I can’t help but think about it, if my father was not sick, how good it would be. Maybe my fate would have been very different. The other day, my mother called from the United States and said she was in a coma, perhaps because of low blood sugar, and she insisted that she would not go to the hospital because she had just arrived there and health insurance was not yet available and it was very expensive to see a doctor. You know how old people are, I usually can’t be angry with her, but this time, I was so angry that I ranted and raved at my mother across the Pacific Ocean, forcing her to go to the doctor, and finally I said, if my father had taken care of his health, why would he have been paralyzed, why would I have suffered so much growing up, why would you have suffered so much? As a child, I love you, and I’m not complaining about anything, but, Mom, I said, even if it’s for our sake, it’s your responsibility to go to the doctor. We are really all afraid. Mother was silent for a long time and finally agreed to go to the doctor. The 23-year-old girl, like my father, is a person who does not care about her health and casually spoils her body, seeing her write down “washing my hair before bed for a long time has planted my migraine, eating after 9 p.m. every night and sleeping after eating has caused my stomach to bleed.” It reminded me of my father. I believe that people’s bodies belong to them and they have the right to dispose of their bodies as they please, but as a family member of a patient for seventeen years, I really can’t tell you in one sentence how consuming and torturously painful it is to have a sick person in your home, and how your whole life will be changed by it. If it is destiny to be frail and sick, it is just, but obviously there is a healthy body, but it is wasted as garbage, is really the biggest irresponsibility to the people who love you. Only people who love you will care about your health, because they know they can’t abandon you whether you are old, sick or dead. The people who don’t love you don’t care, not a word of blame, because they know they can turn around and walk away at any time. I never like to put the word responsibility on my lips, I always feel that a person has the freedom to choose to die and choose to commit suicide, but I think that as long as you choose to live a day, please try to live a healthy life, do not add pain and leave regrets to those who love you because of illness. This is the most important thing of all that you can do for the people who love you, bar none. My biggest regret in my life is that I have never done many things with my father since I grew up, traveling together, eating at restaurants together, visiting bookstores together, watching movies together …… Strangely enough, I often think of my father and remember what he looked like in his wheelchair when he was sick, yet that image is a blur. It is far less real than when I dream of him. In my dreams, he is always walking, rosy-cheeked, laughing and singing his favorite songs. Once because it was too real, I woke up crying and sat on the bed for half a day, not being able to tell which was reality and which was a dream. I hope that what should not happen, do not happen again, hope that every father, mother and children, more for the people who love you to think, take care of their own body, take the responsibility of health. I hope everyone’s loved ones are healthy, and I hope my family and the people I love are healthy. This is even the end of the year 2011, the early arrival of the blessing, although this blessing …… harsh a little.