If there is a time tunnel, I would like to go back to last year's day and call Abba again. Abba (XIX)

Abba (XIX)

September 21.

The weather was sunny and Abba was in good spirits.

Accompany him in the morning for routine rehabilitation.

Abba has a gentle and easy-going personality and never loses his temper. I don't know how difficult and tiring the movements of the rehabilitation were for him, he had completely lost his subjective initiative, and he fell asleep with his eyes closed, and as soon as the nurse shouted, he immediately opened his eyes and moved, never making a sexual being. I think his "doing" is more not something he has to do himself, not for himself, but for us to do it, he will do it, he just goes along with our will and doesn't want to screw us.

After training, I slept. Wake up and ask him: Do you want to take you outside for a walk? He replied: Okay.

Pushing a wheelchair, he went for a walk around the field office, the field guest house where he had worked all his life, and where we used to live. I pointed to the Metasequoia on both sides of the guest house and said to him, this is the Metasequoia you planted back then, you see, they have grown into towering trees. He replied: Yes.

After sleeping in the afternoon, seeing that he was in good spirits, he took him to the nursing home for a circle, called Mu Ma under the old house (the old house is close to the rehabilitation center, Mu Ma cooks here), Mu Ma waved at us upstairs, I said to him, this is our old house, you have been living here before Oh. He replied: Yes. Turning back from the old house, I pushed him to the vegetable market: this is the vegetable market you used to come to every day. He replied: Yes.

It was almost 17:00 when I came back, turned on the TV for him to watch, and casually pressed two photos for him.

I would never have imagined that countless pictures of him would have been taken, and that would have been the last two of his sober lives in this world.

I ate dinner with Mom and Abba. Abba has not coordinated his own food in the past few months, we fed it, but this day I took the initiative to take a spoon to drink porridge, and drank very well.

After eating dinner and talking for a while, the sky has begun to darken, and the night in the countryside is black. The rehabilitation center went to my parents' new home, walked for 15 minutes, and there were fewer cars and fewer street lights. Mom urged me to hurry back.

Say goodbye as usual and tell him to come and see him early tomorrow morning. Came out and walked a third of the way, found that I forgot to bring porridge, and was turning back to walk, Mom called, she also found out. Walking to the gate of the hospital, Mu Ma was already waiting there with porridge. When it got dark, I didn't go back to the ward, took the porridge in my mother's hand and turned around and went back to my new home.

Later, I thought countless times, if I returned to the ward that night, I could spend more time with Abba, and say a few more words, maybe there would be some omen; or could I give us some warnings, can I stay with Abba for a little longer?

Unfortunately, the time tunnel only exists in the traversal drama, there is no time tunnel in reality, and I will never go back to September 21, 2020...