"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but does not wait", when I used to read this sentence, I didn't have too many feelings, until more than three years of parents have been gone, I have deeply experienced the helplessness of the child who wants to raise and does not wait, but everything is too late.
My hometown is in a poor mountain village in the mountains of Sichuan, and my family is very poor, so when I was 17 years old, I went to work outside the province. Only during the Chinese New Year do I return to my hometown to reunite with my parents for a few days, sometimes only once in two or three years. Because my own situation has not been smooth, I always want to wait for my conditions to be better, take my parents to my side, and be filial to them, which is more than ten years. Until one day I received a ** from my father, and my father told me that my mother suddenly fainted and was unconscious. When I saw my mother in the hospital, my mother was unconscious, unable to speak, and didn't know me due to ruptured cerebral blood vessels and diffuse hemorrhage, and became a vegetative state. The mother never woke up and eventually passed away after a year of perseverance. My mother often said that she would help me take care of the child in the future, but she couldn't get sick 9 days after my daughter was born, and in the end, she couldn't do it.
After the death of his mother, his father was left alone in his hometown. I kept urging my father to come to the city where I worked to live with me, but he said that he would guard the house, the land, and the trees, leaving us a way out. My father always said that I wouldn't need to take care of him for ten years, and when he couldn't take care of himself anymore, he would ask me to take care of him. In the first year of the pandemic, normal movement across regions was restricted, and I responded to the call of ** to celebrate the New Year in place, so I was unable to return to my hometown to accompany my father. In the second half of the second year, when the epidemic situation improved a little and people could move normally, I invited my father to come to the city where I worked, and I took him to Hangzhou, Shanghai, Nanjing and other places for travel. But after only 20 days, my father couldn't stay anymore and wanted to go back to his hometown in Sichuan, so he had no choice but to agree to him going back. I didn't go back to Sichuan for the Chinese New Year, but what I didn't expect was that I didn't accompany my father during the last Spring Festival in his life. After a year, my father was still very excited and said that he cut bamboo and sold it for more than 5,000 yuan, and I told him not to do heavy work, and he said that it was no problem, not tired. In April, my father said that he had chest pain, and he also said that it should be lung pain, so I arranged for him to go to the city hospital for examination. At noon, I was still communicating with him about the inspection matters, but I didn't answer in the afternoon, but I fell ill in the evening, and the rescue was ineffective and passed away. When I called the villagers, they didn't believe it, saying that my father had always been in good health, how could it be.
At this point, my parents are gone, and I often say: "My parents are here, there is still a place to come in life, and when my parents go, there is only a way back in life." From then on, I had no one to rely on. It's been almost a year, and I still can't accept that my father, who is usually healthy, is gone if he says no.
I often think about it, and I burst into tears. Mom and Dad left suddenly, and they didn't have time to explain anything. When I returned to my hometown in Sichuan for the Chinese New Year this year, it was only a few months, and my hometown was already deserted, which made people feel sad. The hometown is no longer the original home, there is no longer the breath of parents, there is no godson stick behind the door, and there is no sound of children in front of the hall.
Love can't wait, filial piety can't be late, while everything is still in time, give your parents a little more love and filial piety in time. There are always many impermanences in life, and many things must be done in the present, and don't always think about waiting to do them later. When all the conditions are ready, there may be no chance. We should honor our parents, our lovers, and our children in a timely manner. Inconsequential differences aside, love is what matters!
After walking through 2023, I found that the rest of my life is not so long!