Yesterday I learned about the funeral of an old man, and I felt quite uneasy. This old man is the mother of one of our alumni, and her husband is also a retired teacher. She is part of our driving team, and there is also a floor of my husband's house. I live in the village, and there are front and back houses, so whenever I go back to my hometown, if the weather is nice and the weather is good, I can always see her and talk to her. If the weather is hot or too cold, she can always talk to her. Even though I was alone at home, I would often go into her home to see her.