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Moose before you start!

- The events before Dad died. -

My mother sent me a message saying that my father went to the hospital and the ruptured cerebral veins would last a few days during Dec 19, 68, which was pre-New Year, and it was very busy because of the ongoing work, which we quickly cleared and visited my father on Dec 22, 68, while we and my mother talked about relatives and property, because we had to prepare a plan. Which relatives would always compare us?

- Dec 22, 68 called. Wait for the from--

She called when we were traveling that he wasn't breathing, which was about 15 minutes later when we got to the hospital and waited in front of the room.

Then knock to call the nurse

Nurse: What's the patient's name? Who's visiting? What's wrong with the patient?

Me: Come visit. My father's name is Gangwan.

Nurse: Change your dress, come in. He should be waiting.

Because the pulse patient didn't beat twice and suddenly came back and beat harder than ever before.

We went in to talk to my father in fear because my heart didn't feel sorry for him, so I told each other. We said what my mother said. We said to my father, I wish it would end in this life. Give it everything. If the next life is real, we don't have to see or be a father or son again. We will never be together again. (Sorry for the indecency, but it's our heart) After we come out to eat, the hospital calls that my father is broken, which we can leave in less than 15 minutes.

- Back to the hospital for business. -

Like talking to the transporter of the body, coffin, flowers, events, going to the death notice, which is like our 1 day is emotional (in the movie it must be sad to cry fuming), but we think and think that it must cry? What to do because I want to cry, but it is inside. But I think what to do next. Kuan must do more than to release emotions. It is the relatives of the father to prepare for the funeral, clothes, funeral supplies are neat from the first day-2 days (very fast)

- We got you to call your cousin on your side.

We have a story before father.

Mom: He's dead. GSB got him to see his father's heart.

Relative: And why can't someone else get him? It's a brother. It's a cousin!

(Just this sentence knows fate)

Talking about the event, he's going to be held in Phetchabun, which is very far, the fur is very expensive, the coffin, the flowers, how many days is the event, and then he's going to let us go with him, taking the funeral bus, which we're not going to because the work hasn't been cleared yet, the belongings aren't there.

Us: Ah, the person carrying him asks if anyone will go with the car too.

Relatives: Mia and a few relatives.

Us: Do you have to go with me?

Relatives: Do you think you should go?! Be a child. You think!

Are you going, but I'm an outsider because I'm divorced?

(Director Ng Ng, wait. What is this, even though I haven't met each other?) Finished and free too late.

Mom: Savings goes to work tomorrow. Go to see him.

- So we go to the funeral the next day-

It took quite a while because it was so far away. We went alone, had to see the route ourselves, find a place to get in the car.

Sitting from Sattahip - > Bangkok - > Pathum - > Master - > Quagmire (many more because the end of the year, the ride is full)

So many things happened in between that we cried and became discouraged. So tired, there was no time for the brain to rest. We had to think all the time to keep up with him.

- Throughout the funeral. -

At first, we were very stressed because we thought that we would die. It's like throwing ourselves to a crocodile to eat. My father's brothers and sisters were ten people in an unknown place. We ate there, helped him with everything that helped. Everything was so okay that it was scary. And then, we didn't stop. Every word was all gouging. Every chance.

- Tell me a little back--

Before going to my funeral, we went to run the papers using the last batch of papers he left for school.

When I got the death certificate, my cousin took it.

- Enough to social security.

It took a real death certificate to call him. He came in frustration. We used the method to get Social Security documents to pass well by being kind to him. Giving him the funeral money, confiscated him to give us the certificate, which he clenched, not far away until Social Security was completed.

Social Security Officer: Okay, right? The funeral money is signed by the child, right? Did you go to the event? Who paid?

Us: Ah, the cost is fine. I signed it myself. I wrote it myself.

Officer. Social Security: Is everything really okay?

Us: Okay. (In his heart, he probably knows. There should be a case often and he must be wondering because the relative has a death certificate but how can the child not have it?)

- Dad's company. -

Administration: This money I signed for Ana. Who does this salary and bonus transfer to?

Us: Ah, fine. You can make a funeral.

The administration doesn't suspect anything because he's been working for 30 years. His parents' story is rough.

- After the funeral. -

Relative: When is your free savings coming to your father's company? There's another one in half.

Us: What money? Retirement money?

Relative: What's the sum of money? Let me split it in half. Ah, two hundred thousand in the funeral, recover him to work.

Us: (What does it have to do with us? Ah, who gave you 7 days and 7 nights? Rich? Envelopes, host values have gone a lot)

Enough to go to the company

Administration: This one's been talked about. Do you know what money?

Us: (Shit many times, whether to answer directly or hurry to finish well, but like, allow him a lot)

Us: I don't know.

After that, we cleared up. Signed the papers, we left on our way back.

After we took the money, the company talked to the administration a little bit.

He is enough about me and my father. We tell him honestly how other people will look at him. Love him. This lamentation, but for us it is like no feeling at all.

We tried every time we met each other, every time we had a chance, we tried to talk to our father like a normal person who told us a story, but the thing was indifference, calm, just answering our chat.

- The real element is out. -

Father's motorcycle car. Ah, sold. Not much. It's old. The items in the room may be carried to Phetchabun. The room is savings. Our money is divided. Bla, same.

We released the time for a while and asked for the key to the father's room.

Us: I'd like to see my dad's room. How are you doing? If you want to get a room, will you fix a lot?

Blah

Relative: Okay, what day is it coming?

We made an appointment over there. Twist every flower and tell relatives.

Until going to see the room with every process to go

Open the room but can't keep the keys. All the paperwork I took to Phetchabun, which the parents' paperwork should have kept.

Condition

- Summary -

I became an undocumented son. I had to go to the district.

Went to housing, there was no contract. The room had to go to the court again.

He said he wanted to get his father's papers to take the car and take it himself to Phetchabun.

- Court-

For who to do the legacy establishment

Hurry and do it early because you have to wait about 3 months. Finish.

- Original basic--

Mom and Dad have been separated for ten years since we went to kindergarten.

I didn't send anything until I was 18, so I sent it to us because my friend asked if I ever sent you.

Deep in our hearts, he probably forgot that he had children.

Because our mother is not quite like the story that he would have used the excuse of wanting to have children. When it came up, the heroism before we were born until we were 2-3 years old. We still remember all his actions, everything that he thought normal father would not do.

- Every time someone just says "Dad" -

We feel like crying deeply every time. Every time we see another father and son, we think of ourselves. The great sentence that everyone likes to ask us, "Do you miss me? Go to see me?" It's like wanting to cry. Because I never really care about us, as with his expression, it's like that. It's a bit of a torture, like it reinforces that he doesn't.

When someone comes to the funeral crying about the father, mourning for the father over there, we are like. It's funny that other people. The father seems to love him so well that he mourns. But why with us? We who are flesh-blooded, carbonated us. It's sad. 🥺 It must be sad every time to say, think or think of the word "father." It is inexplicable. It is a knot and a wound that thinks that there is no way to heal. It will stick us to death.

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