<p class="ql-block">尊敬的各位長輩，各位親朋好友！首先我代表我媽媽，代表我的家人們，向你們表示最誠摯的謝意，感謝你們在百忙之中參加今天的父親的追思會，和我們一起與他做最后的告別。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">父親出生于1946年農(nóng)歷11月初十，五天前剛剛度過他78周歲的生日。這78年，爸爸過得既很不順利又很順利。不順利的是，1966年高考臨上考場前卻被上山下鄉(xiāng)大潮完全改變命運(yùn)，以及早年喪母。而順利的是，在被下放到最艱苦的地方做最勞累的體力勞動后，爸爸以自己的才華和努力，不斷地抓住機(jī)會而且被認(rèn)可，度過了工作生活都比較穩(wěn)定和小康的一生。更為順利與幸運(yùn)的是，與我的媽媽相知相伴，攜手度過了充滿愛情的一生。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">父親是一個責(zé)任感極強(qiáng)的人，同時又有一種“護(hù)崽老母雞”的天分。所以，似乎他在親友圈同學(xué)圈農(nóng)場場友圈同事圈等等各個圈子里，都是“馮大哥”這樣的角色。在我們的大家庭里，他亦兄亦父，敬老攜幼，遇到各種各樣生活中的難題，他總能神奇地找到某些合理大方的解決方案，讓老有所養(yǎng)壯有所立幼有所學(xué)。在工作中，父親不僅是普通的同事或領(lǐng)導(dǎo)，他總是想盡自己最大所能把團(tuán)隊里的每個人都照顧好。在朋友們當(dāng)中，父親慷慨仗義，對朋友的幫助與關(guān)心從不圖回報。在我們的小家庭里，父親充滿了幽默細(xì)胞，從小到大，家里經(jīng)常飄出我們幾個互相打趣的笑聲。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">2022年4月，我們幸福的家庭飄來了一片巨大的烏云，爸爸的淋巴切片里確診出晚期肺癌，不僅完全沒有手術(shù)治療的機(jī)會，甚至預(yù)期生存期也非常短。有勇有謀的媽媽做了一個大膽而英明的決定：積極治療，同時對爸爸隱瞞病情。10個月后，當(dāng)原發(fā)腫瘤已被縮小95%后，爸爸才偶然得知了真相，此時的他更有信心和勇氣繼續(xù)與病魔搏斗了。從確診至今的兩年八個月里，爸爸的痛苦媽媽的艱辛自不必贅述。略感欣慰的是，32個月，爸爸最終比類似病程的平均生存期15個月多了一倍以上！最終及時葉落歸根，按照他的心愿在家里安詳離去，我們都安心了！</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">最后，請允許我以一位好朋友為爸爸和我而創(chuàng)作的詩歌，結(jié)束我的發(fā)言。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">最后的握手</p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">海風(fēng)輕輕地吹著</p><p class="ql-block">?余暉下椰子樹的影子長長地伸著</p><p class="ql-block">明黃的火星照亮了夜空的一角</p><p class="ql-block">天空滿是繁星閃爍</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">海濤慢慢地拍打</p><p class="ql-block">門口的風(fēng)鈴自由自在地歌唱</p><p class="ql-block">我握著你冰涼的手</p><p class="ql-block">把昨天去年這半輩子的故事跟你講</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">記得你的每一個微笑和惆悵</p><p class="ql-block">小時候坐在你的肩膀</p><p class="ql-block">長大后你揮著手送我遠(yuǎn)走他鄉(xiāng)</p><p class="ql-block">還有每一封信每一個電話盡訴衷腸</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">雖然我聽不見你的聲音</p><p class="ql-block">我卻看得清你的安詳</p><p class="ql-block">這是我們最后一次握手</p><p class="ql-block">謝謝你留下愛的力量</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">孩子們會和我經(jīng)常來看你</p><p class="ql-block">鮮花和祝福永遠(yuǎn)伴隨你身旁</p><p class="ql-block">當(dāng)月亮照在五指山頂</p><p class="ql-block">我們的思念滾滾而來如潮水湯湯</p> <p class="ql-block">2024年12月15日中午12點(diǎn)，首先由家人們開始做最后的告別與供奉香火。大家繞行三圈，痛悼多年來如同大家長一般的大哥、大姐夫。每個人的表情都寫滿了不舍與哀傷，空氣中彌漫著淡淡的香火味，仿佛在訴說著對父親無盡的思念。</p> <p class="ql-block">下午一點(diǎn)起，更多的人群開始聚集，老朋友老同學(xué)老同事農(nóng)場場友們陸陸續(xù)續(xù)都來了。每個人的臉上都寫滿了沉重與不舍。</p> <p class="ql-block">”南平緣”農(nóng)場場友們來了</p> <p class="ql-block">女婿與外孫經(jīng)過25個小時馬不停蹄地輾轉(zhuǎn)轉(zhuǎn)機(jī)，終于飛奔回到了家里。我們一家終于團(tuán)圓了！爸爸，讓我們整整齊齊地一起送你最后一程！</p> <p class="ql-block">老同事老部下們來了</p> <p class="ql-block">老同學(xué)老朋友之間的告別與安慰，在這個特殊的時刻，他們緊緊相擁在一起表達(dá)對爸爸的思念之情。</p> <p class="ql-block">遠(yuǎn)在廣東的父親廣東省委黨校的同學(xué)們，特意委托一位朋友于今日午時到老祖屋，帶來了全體同學(xué)（廣東省委黨校83年理論班中共黨史專業(yè)）悼念父親的花圈香燭紙錢禮金與悼聯(lián)：深切緬懷悼念馮訓(xùn)強(qiáng)同學(xué)！</p> <p class="ql-block">老同事老朋友們表情凝重</p> <p class="ql-block">悲傷的情緒籠罩著整個追思會現(xiàn)場。頭發(fā)花白的長輩與媽媽緊緊擁抱，不諳世事的侄孫小兒也黯然無語。那一刻，所有的言語都顯得多余，唯有這份無聲的安慰，能夠給予彼此最真摯的支持與關(guān)懷。</p> <p class="ql-block">長輩與親朋好友的哀傷與懷念交織在一起。大家都靜靜地等待著追思儀式。</p> <p class="ql-block">下午2點(diǎn)20分左右，我們舉行了簡短而正式的追思儀式。女兒小敏代表媽媽和全家首先發(fā)言（發(fā)言全文即是開篇的文字）。隨后，與爸爸共事三十多年的老同事，且是報社社長接棒人之一的易家凡叔叔（同時代表陳彰叔叔）發(fā)表了感人的回顧。最后，爸爸的摯友，更是抗擊病魔進(jìn)程中最堅實(shí)的啦啦隊長吳雁洪叔叔給出了經(jīng)過深刻哲學(xué)思考的人生總結(jié)。</p> <p class="ql-block">正式的追思儀式在大家默哀一分鐘后結(jié)束了。到場的長輩與親朋好友們一一與我們握手擁抱，才依依不舍地漸漸離去。</p> <p class="ql-block">對爸爸的離去不勝心痛和深深懷念的親朋好友們，還有許多人因?yàn)楦鞣N原因無法在追思會的時間段內(nèi)及時參加，非常遺憾無法用照片語言記錄下他們的哀思。何地章叔叔父女專程從廣州回來兩度探望和安慰，黃良誠叔叔全家聞訊從深圳趕回，陳彰叔叔因事離島前一定要最后送一程，周成俊叔叔聞訊即刻發(fā)表了一篇文采斐然感人至深的紀(jì)念文章，父親的高中同學(xué)們連夜用從年輕到最近多次活動中爸爸的照片編輯了紀(jì)念視頻，美國的農(nóng)場場友們發(fā)布哀悼圖文……語言無法完全記錄我們收到的所有的安慰與追思。我謹(jǐn)代表媽媽及我們?nèi)覍λ嘘P(guān)心我們的人致以最誠摯的感謝。</p><p class="ql-block">?父親的面容依舊安詳，仿佛只是暫時離開了我們。他周圍擺滿了親朋好友們帶來的鮮花花圈，每一朵花都承載著人們對逝者的敬佩與懷念。這一刻，我們更加懂得了生命的寶貴，更加珍惜彼此的陪伴與關(guān)愛。</p><p class="ql-block">?爸爸安息。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The Final Farewell (December 15, 2024)</p><p class="ql-block">Dear elders, family members, and friends,</p><p class="ql-block">On behalf of my mother and our family, I extend my sincerest gratitude to all of you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend today's memorial service for my father and join us in bidding him a final farewell.</p><p class="ql-block">My father was born on the tenth day of the eleventh lunar month in 1946. Five days ago, he had just celebrated his 78th birthday. Over these 78 years, my father experienced both hardship and fortune. On one hand, his life was not smooth. His plans to take the college entrance exam in 1966 were disrupted by the Down to the Countryside Movement, and he lost his mother at an early age. On the other hand, his life was filled with success. Even in the toughest environments doing the most strenuous labor during his re-education, my father seized every opportunity with his talent and diligence, earning recognition and living a relatively stable, comfortable life. He was even luckier to have met my mother and shared a life full of love with her.</p><p class="ql-block">My father was a man with a strong sense of responsibility, coupled with the instinct of a “protective mother hen.” Among his circles of family, friends, classmates, colleagues, and others, he was often regarded as “Brother Feng.” In our extended family, he played a dual role of brother and father, caring for the elderly, supporting the young, and solving various life challenges with grace and resourcefulness. At work, my father wasn’t just an ordinary colleague or leader. He did his best to take care of every team member. Among his friends, he was generous and loyal, always helping others without expecting anything in return. At home, he was full of humor, and the sound of our laughter often filled the air as we bantered with one another.</p><p class="ql-block">In April 2022, a dark cloud loomed over our happy family when my father was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer through a lymph biopsy. With no opportunity for surgical treatment and a very short expected survival time, my courageous mother made a bold and wise decision: to pursue active treatment while keeping the diagnosis a secret from my father. Ten months later, when the primary tumor had shrunk by 95%, my father accidentally learned the truth. By then, he was more confident and courageous in continuing the fight against the disease. From the time of his diagnosis to today—two years and eight months later—my father endured great suffering, and my mother faced immense hardship. Nevertheless, we take some solace in knowing that my father lived over 32 months, more than twice the average survival time for similar conditions. In the end, he passed peacefully at home as he wished, and we are at peace.</p><p class="ql-block">To conclude, I’d like to share a poem written by a good friend in honor of my father and me:</p><p class="ql-block">The Last Handshake</p><p class="ql-block">The sea breeze gently blows,</p><p class="ql-block">Shadows of coconut trees stretch long under the twilight.</p><p class="ql-block">Golden sparks light up a corner of the night sky,</p><p class="ql-block">And stars shimmer across the heavens.</p><p class="ql-block">Waves softly lap against the shore,</p><p class="ql-block">The wind chime at the door sings freely.</p><p class="ql-block">I hold your cold hand,</p><p class="ql-block">Telling you stories of yesterday, last year, and half a lifetime.</p><p class="ql-block">I remember your every smile and sigh,</p><p class="ql-block">How I sat on your shoulders as a child,</p><p class="ql-block">And how you waved goodbye as I left for distant lands.</p><p class="ql-block">Every letter, every phone call—full of heartfelt words.</p><p class="ql-block">Though I cannot hear your voice,</p><p class="ql-block">I can see your serene .</p><p class="ql-block">This is our last handshake.</p><p class="ql-block">Thank you for leaving behind the power of love.</p><p class="ql-block">The children and I will visit you often,</p><p class="ql-block">Flowers and blessings will always surround you.</p><p class="ql-block">When the moon shines on the top of Five Finger Mountain,</p><p class="ql-block">Our thoughts for you will surge like the tides.</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">At noon on December 15, 2024, family members began the final farewell and incense offering. Everyone circled around three times, mourning the loss of the elder brother and brother-in-law who had been like a patriarch for many years. The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, as if whispering endless memories of my father.</p><p class="ql-block">Starting at 1 p.m., more people arrived—old friends, classmates, colleagues, and fellow farmworkers. Each face bore a heavy expression of grief and reluctance.</p><p class="ql-block">Representatives from the “Nanping Yuan” farm community arrived.</p><p class="ql-block">Relatives from afar made long journeys to pay their respects, and finally, our family was reunited to bid my father a proper farewell.</p><p class="ql-block">At 2:20 p.m., we held a brief yet solemn memorial ceremony. I delivered a speech on behalf of my mother and the family (the speech is included at the beginning of this text). Then, my father’s former colleague of over 30 years, Mr. Yi Jiafan, shared a heartfelt tribute, followed by Uncle Wu Yanhong, my father’s steadfast cheerleader during his illness, who offered a profound reflection on life.</p><p class="ql-block">The ceremony concluded with a minute of silence. Attendees expressed their condolences through handshakes and embraces before departing reluctantly.</p><p class="ql-block">Though many friends and family could not attend due to various reasons, they still expressed their condolences through flowers, written tributes, and heartfelt gestures, for which we are deeply grateful.</p><p class="ql-block">My father’s face remained peaceful, as if he had only temporarily left us. Flowers and wreaths brought by loved ones surrounded him, each bloom carrying admiration and remembrance. At this moment, we truly understand the preciousness of life and the importance of cherishing one another.</p><p class="ql-block">Father, rest in peace.</p>