Yesterday afternoon, I accompanied my nephew to the bookstore to buy books, and it was a rare time to read quietly.
When I held the three books that I had bought in the early stages of "Yilin", "Special Attention" and "Youth Digest", I suddenly felt that I had returned to the era when there was no Internet.
At that time, my parents, me, and my daughter often studied together, which also laid the foundation for my daughter to study literature.
The latest issue of Yilin published an article "Blessed are the people who accompany me", and I was in tears when I saw it.
The gist of the story: A lady who works in the city takes her mother, who has Hemerson's disease, to take care of her.
Because her mother likes to eat dried persimmons, she went to a far away place to buy fresh persimmons, and then carefully peeled them and hung them under the eaves to dry.
During this period, her mother would tell her to pinch once every few days, the extent and purpose of each pinch, and so on.
Her mother was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, but the moment she ate the persimmon that her daughter had dried for her, she would recognize her in front of her.
Because of the company, the lady's spare time was occupied by her mother. When my mother was sober, the two of them reminisced about the happy past together; When the mother is confused, the lady either quietly accompanies her or massages her mother's whole body.
For several years, the lady would go to buy fresh persimmons to dry persimmons, and on the day my mother died, I ate the new season of persimmons. Mom slowly closed her eyes in the murmur "Persimmon is so sweet".
While grieving, the lady felt a sense of inner abundance and relief, because she was a doctor by profession, and she had witnessed too much of the grief and grief of losing loved ones because of lack of companionship.
The lady's perception is that she is accompanying her mother on the surface, but in fact, her mother has given her the interest of life and the happiness of being accompanied!
In the process of reading this article, my mind has been comparing the years of life with my parents.
Read together, travel together, visit relatives and friends together, celebrate the New Year together, and sunrise and sunset ...... together
There are so many memories that come flooding up at once!
Blessed are the companions", the reason why this article can move me is actually what people often say empathy!
Because I live with my parents, I will not have the regret of "my son wants to be filial and my relatives don't wait", and I feel that those small blessings and big happiness in life are brought by my parents.
Therefore, it is a blessing to be able to accompany your parents, and it is even more a blessing to be accompanied by your parents!
Although my parents have passed away, those trivial warm and happy moments have always been, and every time I touch the scene, every time I have love.
That love warms the time, illuminates the days, accumulates blessings, and benefits future generations!