What happened to my aunt made me cry silently
On today's Chinese New Year's Eve, my dad told me that my aunt might be dying and suggested that I visit her and probably never see her again. Coincidentally, my cousin was also at my house, so I took my children and three older brothers to visit my aunt and enjoy our last possible reunion.
Lately, I've always been afraid to see my aunt because tears flow uncontrollably when I see her in pain, but there's nothing I can do. My aunt's life was full of suffering.
I may not know her well, but what I know is painful enough. There are three major misfortunes in life: the loss of a father in a young age, the loss of a husband in middle age, and the loss of a child in old age, and she has experienced almost all of them.
My aunt lost her father when she was a child, and my grandmother took her to live with her uncle when she married her grandfather. Later, my grandmother gave birth to three more sons, and the life of a family of five was tight.
She did not enjoy any blessings at home, and under the old etiquette system of her parents' orders and matchmakers' words, she also married early. She was too kind and honest in this life, she was not good at expressing herself, and she married the wrong person, and her second fate did not escape the curse of tragedy.
Her husband is an alcoholic, the family is poor, he only knows how to drink, and after drinking, he vents to his aunt, either beating or scolding. My aunt swallowed her anger and tried to get away from it all, but she never did.
In desperation, she chose to go out to work, hoping to change the status quo a little. The money from her part-time job was given to her husband to buy alcohol, and in the end, because of her kindness and duty, she was favored by a widowed rich man, hoping that she could divorce and spend the rest of her life with him, but she refused.
She believes that the traditional concept of marrying a chicken and a dog is deeply rooted, which is why she missed the third chance to change her fate. She has two sons, my cousin.
The eldest cousin has been fighting since he was a child, knows how to talk a little, went out early to make a living, and after being beaten by society, he was imprisoned for a few years, and his life was ruined. Mainly because my aunt and uncle are uneducated, have a poor family atmosphere, and are not able to educate children.
My eldest cousin went to Guangdong and Fujian to work, when he was less than 30 years old, he was in a car accident in Fujian, died on the spot, the small boss of the part-time job compensated 20,000 yuan, and my two uncles and I took a train for more than 20 hours to help him collect his body and bring the ashes back to my aunt.
Thinking of such a scene of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, it is simply a crit on the soul, this is one of the three hardships of life, the loss of a child in old age, to be exact, the loss of a middle-aged child. My little cousin has been a genius since he was a child, and his academic performance is always the first.
The first time I heard that there were five good students, it was him, so I still can't understand the definition of this "five good students". He's a taciturn guy who only knows how to read to death.
Due to the poverty of his family and the inability to pay the tuition, he dropped out of junior high school before he finished school, and later became an alcoholic, alcohol is a good thing, and after drinking too much, a neurotic appeared in the family.
After the death of the eldest cousin, the younger cousin was often delirious, and finally ran away from home and wandered, and has never returned to ......There was once a homeless man's body in a village section of the town that looked like a little cousin, and I asked my aunt to recognize it, but she resolutely did not believe in such a fact, so she did not claim it, maybe she wanted to hold on to the last fantasy to give herself hope of supporting ......Her house is not far from my house, but she rarely comes back during the New Year's holidays, one year about the second day of the Lunar New Year she came back, my three cousins with a lot of children came to my house to pay New Year's greetings, no matter how I asked my aunt to go downstairs to eat together, she refused, locked herself in the room.
Because her family is full of children and grandchildren, and she can't face such a scene, I understand her pain: everyone is full of children and grandchildren, and she can't enjoy such a ...... lifeIn the end, only the husband and wife were left in the family, and the village classified them as a five-guarantee family, built a bungalow, and finally had a "home".
Years later, the drunkard uncle passed away. At that time, my aunt had just reached the age of 50 and was experiencing the third major pain: being widowed in middle age. Although this was the third most painful thing, since then, my aunt always seemed to have a smile on her face, but more of a worry.
Although I don't have to be beaten anymore and can finally breathe a sigh of relief, what should I do in the future? Although the family has a lot of mountains and fields, she rents out the mountains and forests to get some rent, and she can also receive a subsistence allowance every month, and she can raise chickens and vegetables herself, so she no longer worries about life, so they live a relatively peaceful life for a few years.
I often meet her in the town, always alone, but she smiles every time she sees me, and I often give her some pocket money, hoping that she can eat and drink more and be kind to herself.
I know it's not money that she's missing, but that's the only way I can feel sorry for her.
The happiness of the family is shattered by a sudden illness, and the aunt suddenly loses her speech and delirium. Although her family often took care of her, gradually her condition became worse and worse, and she was unable to take care of herself.
Unable to afford the cost of long-term care for his aunt, his father made a proposal to send his aunt to a nursing home. However, her aunt's concubine offered to take care of her, which left the family feeling very confused and helpless.
What's even more heart-wrenching is that my aunt suffered inhuman abuse in the nursing home, and the camera installed by her uncle was maliciously vandalized, resulting in my aunt often not having enough to eat and sleeping well.
In order not to let my aunt continue to suffer, my father would cook for my aunt every time, and my aunt always smiled with satisfaction after eating. Although the family wanted to take my aunt home to take care of her, this wish could not be realized due to the father's leg inconvenience and the difficulties of life at home.
The family can only try to balance the life between looking for the aunt and taking care of themselves, hoping to bring some comfort and warmth to the aunt.
Last month, my aunt ran away from home again and a few days later I saw her ** in a missing person notice in town. She was emaciated and barely recognizable.
Luckily, she was quickly found. I can't imagine how badly she'd be beaten again by the woman who said she would take care of her. I shuddered when I saw her shapeless hands, thick, blue and purple, black and swollen, two of which had turned black, and two of which were misplaced.
She reached out from under the covers, and I shook her hand tremblingly, without a hint of warmth. She couldn't eat anymore, and there was half a bowl of wontons on the table, as if she hadn't moved much, and a layer of oil and ice had formed in such a cold winter.
She could only open her right eye and look at us, because she couldn't speak, and she didn't react to it. I opened them and closed the door, took her cold hand again with a shudder, and called out to her.
She looked at me and turned her head away, and I could see that she wanted to cry, but there were no tears, maybe she had already cried! The face is a little dirty, and the eyes are covered with thick, yellowish eye feces, and a little dry and hard, especially the eye feces in the left eye are glued like glue.
I tried to ask her: Auntie, can I help you wash your face, she looked at me, her neck moved a few times, I said I will help you wash your face, if you agree, you will nod, she nodded desperately.
I hurriedly went to prepare hot water, carefully wiped the droppings from my eyes, and wiped them with a towel little by little, repeating it dozens of times before it was all cleaned up.
She stretched out her hand, I thought it was a gesture for me to wipe her hands, I covered her hands with a hot towel, I was afraid of hurting her, but she couldn't say anything......I didn't dare to ask more about my aunt, because it was always bad news, and each one was more sad than ......the otherThree days later, at five o'clock in the morning, that is, today, I woke up, and my mind automatically jumped out of my aunt's appearance, and I had a bad premonition, and I received the news of her death at about seven o'clock.
I just hope that in the next life, she can go to a good family, and never suffer like this again!