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The greatest name in the world is 'Mother.' |
A mother who misses and cries when she hears,
Mommy, my mommy!
On a sick day like this, I miss my mother so much and miss her.
If I could just see my mom just once, just once,
I'm desperate, but--
I am sick of my heart, but like a cloud that flows through time, my mother and my memories are moving away,
I miss my mother and write this article.
A child in an orphanage in India.
Missing her mother's arms, she drew her mother on the ground and fell asleep in hers.
Kids with moms look bright. I had a picnic day with my classmates
On June 6th Memorial Day, when I was 6 years old and the smell of white acacia was scattered.
My father died at 10 p.m. when the silent sirens of patriotic martyrs sounded.
My father left four little brothers and sisters who were four, six, eight, and ten years old in the world.
My father was only twenty-nine when the flowers were in bloom, and at the time of "Tuberculosis," he(my father) was "untreatable."at that time
My mother was only twenty-eight at the time.
I also suffered from bronchial and respiratory diseases, and my throat was not good, so I had surgery to cut my tonsils.
When I was in the teaching profession , the "dust" and chalk dust in the classroom,
My childhood picnic day and my adulthood are totally different from children's picnics.
I remember my father lying down before he died, and my mother tried so hard to keep him alive. Crying in the kitchen
I was crying when I pressed the lid of the pot.
The snake soup was good for the bottle.
The wife(my mother), who was only twenty-six or seven years old, was crying because she was so scared that she would put the scary living snake in the pot to save her husband.
Only that one heart to save my husband ... but my father dies ...
Mother, you longed for your husband. And now you had to endure the bleak, rough and difficult days ahead...
I remember that all the students my father taught gathered, and boy studend wore in black uniforms and middle school girl's studends in white collar tears(My father was a middle school music teacher.So middle school boys and girls were looking for their dead father)
There were people all together crying.
I think I liike at music also, because of the influence of my father who is a musician.
An elementary school song written by me in Ulsan
Every year when there is a big event in my elementary school in my hometown, I direct my father's song
(My father composed all the school songs for elementary and middle schools in my hometown)
I don't know why there(my house that day father's dies day) are so many people here,
The flower bier was so beautiful that I liked it so much that I jumped and jumped.
When I saw my mother crying, I cried, too, because my mother was crying sadly, so I looked up and grabbed her skirt and said, 'Mom, don't cry.
Children in a Cambodian nursery without a mother. Dark and expressionless
children by the lake of tonresap
When my father came home from work,
I heard the sound of whistling.
My father always whistled...
One day after my father died, I was whistling and my grandmother heard my whistle and scolded me.
When I heard a whistling sound, my grandmother seemed to think of her only son who died, but I did not know why she hated it until she was bigger.
It must have been a cold winter's night that year.
After graduating from the College of Education, I was invited to a rural school in a quiet and quiet island village.
It's changed now, but back then, there was just a little school in the pine forest.
I went out with my children on the sandy beach and picked up shells.
(Now it has become a closed school and turned into a student training center, and a pension has entered the village, pictured on the right in 1974.) The picture on the upper left is a beach white sand beach
I lived with my grandmother and me for a few years near the island village school in the South Sea
My grandmother waited in front of the village for me to come back from school, and when she came back with a lunch box, my grandmother took it and walked ahead of me in the rice paddies with her bent back.
No matter how empty the lunch box I would take, my grandmother took it.
One hand is holding a cane, the other hand is holding a lunch box, and my grandmother loves me terribly.
I had a great time walking slowly along the back of my grandmother.
For my grandmother,
I was the hope and light of her life. "Before she died, she told me that she and I were happiest in our lives when we lived together in the South Sea Island Village School."
Now that I'm older, I'm certified as a care worker.
And I am happiest to take care of grandparents who are uncomfortable in a nursing hospital because I think of my grandmother.
I was sleeping for a while, but it was so noisy that I woke up and my mother and brother were crying.
When I was teaching,
The day I had a field day with my classmates
He's crying along with my mother, telling I'm not to cry, and she's crying so hard....
The reason is that my mother went far away to the countryside to decorate a bride to marry
My mother learned beauty techniques and became a hairdresser. She went to the bride 's house and came back with a beautiful bride.
Other year
On a snowy day with my classmates in the schoolyard,
Late at night, after a bridal make-up on a mountain road in the distant countryside,
The temptation of many men as they walk through the scary, dark and cold night roads, the economic difficulties of keeping households,
My mother was so tired that she went home that day and came back determined to die.
In the cold room,
the room is cold and cold, and the four young siblings are so pitiful
My mother is crying because she has a heart to eat her heart again and to live with her determination to die.
My younger brother wakes up first, and then I wake up.
It was a long time before I knew my mother's feelings at that time.
It was a very cold and snowy day, February.
Even though I couldn't afford college,
My brother graduated from Seoul National University(My daughter (my niece), whom my brother raised while living in the U.S., became a professor of orthopedics at UCLA)
I got a job at the "Korean Ceramics Laboratory."
I wanted to go to college too,
but ~ ~ I lived in Jinju and spent a room with my younger brother, asking and answering each other, and both of them were able to get a room in Seoul and prepare for college tuition.
My mom couldn't handle it alone~~
In the Taehwa River in Ulsan, a spring picnic
F ortunately for me at the time, t
he government has no admission fee and no tuition fee.
I went to a college of education where I had two scholarships a year
When I entered the College of Education, my mother was sorry until She died because She could not send me to the university I wanted.(In Universty and graduate school, I made money and continued studying while I was working at school.)
" That's enough, Mom - thank you."
My brother was also poor, so he studied hard and graduated.
When my father died and I was six years old, stained with tears.... .... I was about to turn twenty-nine
I were After graduating from a college of education,
I went to an island school in the distant South Sea, and when I returned home on Saturday,
My mother got a room next to her 16-pyeong sister apartment where she had to pay a small monthly rent.
She took care of her grandson during the day and slept in the room at night.
When I woke up in the morning while sleeping with my mother, the water bowl that I was going to drink when I was thirsty at night was freezing because the room was cold.
When we talked, it was in the room, but whenever we talked about how cold it was, we came out of each other white, and we looked at each other and laughed at each other.
It was a long sorrow because of poverty.
My mother spent her whole life sleeping alone in a room where the ice is freezing even when her old.
I think it was the day before the picnic when I was in elementary school one year. Tomorrow is the day of the picnic.
It's a couple of hours walk from school. Hundreds of mountains, Gobaujeol, Mt Bangsan, Rever Namgang. Temple Waryongjeong ..
Names that I miss tears now ...
When I went on a picnic,
I was so poor that my mother put kimchi in my lunch and made rice balls with rice balls with two or three rice balls.
Do not stick rice balls on paper Sprinkle sesame seeds on the surface and boil one or two sweet potatoes
But how was the picnic so much to look forward to. ...
February 2020 with kids on the field after class in Uganda
I was worried that it would rain at night, so I went to sleep
I looked at the sky where the stars were floating in the dark night. And all night I went out to the room..
The night before the picnic that I waited for, my mother and grandmother had a big fight.
A grandmother who dragged My mother's hair and shouted at her, and a mother who cried in a rage...I just stood and cried...
My mother went to my aunt's house in the neighborhood, and my mother ran away to the house at around 12 p.m.,
Because I had to go on a picnic in the morning, my mother came to her swollen eyes and wrapped rice balls with kimchi in two roots of sweet potatoes.
When I went to school,
the child in our neighborhood saw last night's incident,
"Your grandmother and mother fought last night?"
I was so embarrassed that I ran away to a place where there was no one, and I hid myself from my friends and ate my rice balls and sweet potatoes for lunch.
The sad picnic of the day was lonely all day long.
But my mother and grandmother loved me so much and gave me a lot of affection
"Mommy, just listening to "Mommy" makes me cry first.
I miss you all the time. I miss you all the time.
I miss the warm and fuzzy scenes.
On the eve of New Year's Day, I lit a candle at dawn on New Year's Day and talked with my grandmother while cutting rice cake.
In the early evening of the summer, eat dinner, do not carry mosquitoes and make straw smoke,
The days when my grandmother fanned me and counted the stars in the night sky,
The time when I caught it from the loach stream, cooked fire, boiled soup, and talked with my mother .
The time that I missed and missed is alive on the other side of memory.
Mommy, my mommy!
Problems I need to fix.
I can not lie, so I lose my faith by believing others' words (someone tricked me into taking money)
- I was deceived by the shopkeeper and bought a lot of things I did not need, and there were things that I did not use at home.
I have a lot of tears and my family and relatives have no iron.
- I was not properly loved when I was a child, so I liked to hold it (it is crazy nowadays)
- Even if you listen to the story of a poor person on TV or radio, 'Others just look at it, I shed a lot of tears', I cry well when I watch movies or dramas
Pictures that point out what needs to be fixed in my character.
As shown in the picture below,
I have a lot of tears and a lot of residuals that I received from my mother and grandmother.
Slovenia Postojnska↗
I am bruised in love, and when I look at the picture,
Korea. My friend in univetsity↗
I seem to act like a 'hungry child' to my aunt who unconsciously gives me a heart.
I know this from my photos.
太魯閣 Toroko in Taiwan↗
Psychiatrist Sigmund Freud's 'psychoanalytic theory'
I try to be careful because I know well, but it does not work well.
Now im an old man, and if I do that, I will get a pinch, so the existence of unconsciousness is scary.
TURKEY EDIRNE ↗
I hate how I look!
My heart was strong for 911 and I had a hard mountain rescue training.
I was trained in lifeguarding at the 119 Rescue Headquarters in Korea,
develop a strong personality
I wanted to receive rescue training at the 119 Rescue Headquarters and be active in the mountain rescue team.
When I see a sad movie,, Even if Wnen I see a child without a mother in my class. Even if I see someone shivering in thin clothes on a cold winter day My heart aches
my mother and I, have lived such a heartbreaking life for this ugly child.
My mother, who died at the age of twenty-seven and was all alone.....I can't even look at her anymore.
It was a cold winter that I slept with my mother 's room that night.
I put the briquettes in a small room where I had to pay every month, but it was still cold. "The paper on the door was trembling by cold wind.
I woke up in the morning and got white steam from my mouth and my mother's mouth.
It was so cold last night
The water in the bowl that
My mother and I had left to drink last night was freezing, and this room on the floor would be 5 to 6 degrees below zero, my mother had lived like that.
You(My mother) spend your whole life sleeping alone in a room where the ice is freezing....
My mother closed her eyes quietly at the end of the palm mass of the priest of Okbong Cathedral
We must live like Jesus,
the Creator, who bled for me, who has nothing to do with birth.
But we are greedy people, so it is difficult.
People who are lonely in hospitals or nursing homes do more.
Mom says, "My father wants a child who gives me my flesh and my blood, but sometimes I have to raise a child born of someone else
It depends on the personality of the person, but it should be rewarding to raise it. Some people are really disappointed because they are old and have hope for the child born with their heart.
Mom. What is a mother?
My prayers(祈禱)
PEOPLE WILL ALL DIE.
PEOPLE ALL GET OLD,
WE ALL GET SICK.
PEOPLE LEAVE US.
UUH '98 Nurse Station Night Scene After midnight, sometimes I hear only the patient's groaning, the corridor is quiet, the hospital is like my house.
Fortunately, at this age when I am doing well, I am blessed with the grace and blessing of faith that I live in serving Jesus as my Lord. "
It is my hope to sing a hymn until the last minute, to go to the Lord alone with my mother alone, friends with the wall in an empty room without anyone.
It would be better if you could breathe in the green playground and play soccer and just fall down and finish it.
Lord, you made me realize how thankful I am today.
Thank you so much.
Amen!