In the winter of 2020, my father and mother passed away one after another, and it felt like the sky in my eyes had lost its color, there was no special solemn ceremony, there was not so much elegance, only dry leaves were left in the air messy.....
My mother suffered all my life, contracted hemiplegia when she was young, and learned to wash and cook when I was in the third grade of elementary school. My father was an honest worker, and because of his mother's illness, his temper was getting worse every day. Until the winter of 2017, her mother suffered from brainstem hemorrhage again, which completely collapsed her already bad body, and her mother became an unconscious vegetative person, unable to speak, eat, and defecate on her own, which made our already unfortunate family experience a serious blow again.
After staying in the hospital for 3 months, the doctor said that the mother could be discharged and let us take good care of her. Back at home, we prepared a professional bed for her, on which a medical air cushion bed was installed, the kind with an air pump, which can massage the body all the time and can effectively prevent pressure sores. Everything was arranged, my mood was much better, and my father took very serious care of her, which made me feel very at ease.
I have a clear division of labor with my father, I am mainly responsible for technical tasks, such as changing urinary tubes, gastric tubes, wiping my body, washing my mother's hair, defecating my mother, and my father is responsible for cooking for her every day. In this way, we kept going forward for three full years, unexpectedly in the third year, my father died of a heart attack, looking at my mother who was lying in the hospital bed and did not know what was happening at home, I broke down, I cried out of human form, I felt that the sky was falling, I didn't know why God was so ruthless, why did he torture us like this!
Finally I took my mother to my home, my wife helped me to do my father's work, at that time at home for more than 3 months, after my wife adapted, I began to go to work, not to go to work is really unable to live, work during the day, wait for my mother at night. Every time I see my wife cooking for my mother, I can't express my gratitude in my heart!
Until one day, my mother calmly stopped breathing, and I knelt on the ground uncomfortably and prostrated my mother's head, but I did not shed a single tear. Both parents were gone, and I felt like I couldn't cry anymore because my tears had dried up.
I don't think I have any regrets or regrets!!!!
Yes, not at all. Because I really tried my best and did my best to take care of the elderly. I think old people are a hundred times better for them when they are alive than they are for crying afterwards!
Filial piety comes first! If people are not kind, they are not filial to the elderly, and they are not good to their families, then his character is not good, he does not know gratitude, does not know the importance of his family, and such a person should have no friends.
Think of your family every festive season! I couldn't understand the mood of this poem before, but now I feel it deeply.
Love your parents! Go home and see better for Mom and Dad, because they are the greatest in this world for us children!