My mother passed away on June 6th, and I completed the 30th memorial service on August 8th.For our university, he will be the former president of the academy.Since February of this year, she has been bedridden, unable to eat, and has been working hard for more than four months with just an intravenous drip. Seeing with our own eyes that "being able to eat" is the sustenance of life, we were reminded of our powerlessness that we could only watch over our mother who was declining day by day.Her smile was charming, she was a good talker, she rarely sat still, she loved to travel and she was a gourmet. It was spicy.She worked hard until my eldest son's wedding, so I wanted to show her wedding photos, but she passed away without waking up.It was a salvation that her face was calm in her death.

　The wake and funeral were attended by many people, including those from our university, and the bereaved family was filled with gratitude for the amount of flowers offered that the venue could not hold.

　The loneliness of death, the helplessness of human beings, and the summer that made me realize everyone's kindness are coming to an end.