That day, I was rushing to work and was hurrying down the sidewalk. Suddenly, I saw an old woman fall to the ground, looking at me with horror on her face, panting for breath. I hurriedly ran over to help her up and asked her if she was hurt, and she whispered that it was okay, just a little dizzy. I helped her to a nearby bench and comforted her not to rush and to take her time.
After sitting down to catch her breath, the grandmother smiled at me and thanked me gratefully. I smiled softly and told her that you were welcome, this was what I was supposed to do. The old woman took my hand, looked at me affectionately, and suddenly said, "Young man, you must cherish your family." Alas, my son has been away from me lately, he is very busy with work, and I am embarrassed to disturb his ...... all the time”
I looked at my grandmother's kind face, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. I chatted with my grandmother for a while, and I didn't say goodbye until I was sure she was back to normal.
When I got home, I felt a little heavy. Grandma's words kept echoing in my head. I think of my own mom, who has been home alone lately because I am busy with work and rarely spend time with her. I was deeply aware of the importance of companionship, so I made up my mind that I would spend more time with my mother in the future.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, my mother has retired. She spends most of her free time at home, with only the occasional walk in the neighborhood square. I knew she must be lonely inside, but I didn't have much time for her. I always comfort myself that when I have a stable job, I can take good care of her. However, the trick of fate was cruel and it happened too suddenly.
On the seventh day of my mother's retirement, she suddenly coughed and we rushed her to the hospital, only to my disbelief, my mother had terminal lung cancer and was incurable. I regret it and wish I could turn back the clock and spend more time with my mom so that she could live a happier retirement.
Now, every day I stand by my mother's bedside, grab her hand and tell her how much I love her. I want her to hear my heart and feel my deep love. Too much regret seems too insignificant at the moment.
I gently closed my mother's eyes, tears blurring my eyes. Mom is like the sunshine of the pension 9800, but it only illuminates my world for seven short days. I really regret that I didn't spend more time with my mom and didn't do more for her.
Son ......Mom's voice trembled.
I quickly wiped away my tears and asked my mother in a low voice, "Mom, what do you want me to do for you?" ”
My mother held my hand tightly and said with difficulty, "I will ...... later."Be sure to spend more time with your dad ......”
Hearing this, I jerked my head up and looked at my mother's wrinkled face. I promised my mother that I would take good care of my father and not let him be alone. However, my mother smiled at me and closed her eyes. I held my mother's hand, tears welled up, and endless remorse and reluctance filled my heart.
With the mother's departure, the whole house became extremely silent. Dad sat silently on the sofa in the living room, his eyes glazed and hollow. I knew that he must have felt extremely lonely and helpless after losing his mother.
In order for my dad to rediscover the meaning of life, I decided to spend as much time with him as possible. I would come home every day after work to prepare dinner with my dad and chat. We slowly came out of the shadow of my mother's departure. However, as time passed, I noticed that my father was becoming more and more depressed, and sometimes even angrily lost his temper with me. I realized that he was actually grieving for his mother's loss.
One night, I came home and saw my dad sitting alone on the couch, smoking a cigarette and pouring a glass of wine next to him. I walked over and asked him with concern what he was thinking, only to be angrily reprimanded by him. He said that he did not need the care of others for a long time, and he did not need the pity of others. He even smashed the wine glass in his hand and scolded me for my incompetence and inability to comfort and take care of him.
I was shocked and aggrieved, I didn't care about him, I just wanted to help him through the difficult time of losing his mom together. I didn't respond to his words, just silently pushed him into the room, comforting him and saying that I would always be with him. However, my father was indifferent to my kindness, he just smoked silently, and then sighed deeply.
As the days went on like this, my father gradually became more and more reticent, he even stopped communicating with me, and the whole family seemed to be immersed in a dull and oppressive atmosphere. I felt overwhelmed and I didn't know what I could do to help my dad get out of the pain of losing his mom.
Just when I felt hopeless, a chance chance allowed me to find a light at the end of the tunnel. At a chance meeting, I met a teacher who was good at psychological counseling. In one conversation, I told her how I was feeling, and I said that I felt helpless and didn't know how to help my dad.
The teacher said mildly, don't worry, it's a very normal reaction. She told me that I should communicate more with my dad and help him talk about his inner pain. She also suggested that we could go to the psychiatrist together and try psychology by the way.
Back home, I silently prepared the address and ** number of the psychiatrist. I gently walked into my father's room, sat down on the edge of his bed, and had a long conversation with him, telling me about my worries and heartaches. Dad was reluctant to speak at first, but slowly, he confided in me about his pain.
In the following days, I took my dad to see a psychiatrist. The doctor gently enlightened Dad and shared some ways to cope with the loss of a loved one. Slowly, my father's mood began to improve, and he was willing to take the initiative to communicate with me and express his feelings honestly. I also understood his deep pain better, and our relationship became closer.
Now, while there is still some sadness and pain, we all know that we all need each other's company and understanding. I will always be with my father, through this difficult time, and let us spend the rest of our lives together.
When Dad learned the news of his mother's death, he became depressed and silent. All his relatives and friends came to comfort him and advised him to be strong, but he still couldn't let go. Every night, I would see him sitting alone on the edge of the bed, looking at the ** left by his mother, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.
After my mother left, the family seemed even more lonely and lonely. Whenever I come home, I always feel the feeling of emptiness in my home. My dad has also become unsmiling and no longer cares about my work and life as much as before. I knew he was emaciated, but I didn't know how to comfort him.
On the first anniversary of my mother's death, I went home to pay homage to my mother with my father. However, when I bought a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop outside and walked into the house, I heard my dad whispering to a woman. I stopped and listened in disbelief to their conversation.
It's been so long, why are you still so cold? I thought you didn't want to see me anymore. The woman's voice was slightly plaintive.
Dad said bitterly: "You also know that so many things have happened at home, and I am in a very bad mood right now, and it is not suitable for me to meet people." ”
I froze at the door, and when I heard these words, an unspeakable pain welled up in my heart. I don't know why, unpleasant thoughts hit me like a tidal wave. I couldn't help but want to open the door, but I didn't feel like I should meddle in his life. When I had calmed down, I pushed open the door and walked through the living room to see a well-dressed woman with neatly combed hair sitting on the couch, holding hands with her father, with an unnatural expression on her face.
When he saw me coming back, my father quickly stood up, took my hand, and introduced me, "This is ......."”
I shook his hand away, looked at him viciously, and said, "I don't care who she is, but if you can welcome the next one a week after your mother's death, then I can only say that I doubt your character." ”
Dad froze, and the woman stood up awkwardly, looking at Daddy, a little overwhelmed.
I turned around and walked to my mother's portrait, the corners of my mouth inadvertently showed anger and sadness, and I whispered to the portrait, "Mom, I really didn't know that after you died, Dad would do such a thing. I feel like I've lost my support and I'm really sad ......”
Soon, my mother's funeral took place. Friends and relatives came to pay their respects, and they all said to me, "Your mother's spirit will rest in heaven," but I couldn't accept these words. I felt more and more remorseful, and I couldn't forgive myself for neglecting my mother and my indifferent estrangement from my father. The funeral went quietly, with only mournful cries and suppressed whimpering. I kept asking myself how I was going to face this lonely life that was coming.
I think back to when I was a kid, my dad was rarely at home, and all his time was spent at work. And my mother is silently giving, taking care of everything in the family, including me and my father. I gradually understood that my mother's dissatisfaction with my father was not for nothing, she just wanted my father to be more at home with her. My mother's death gave me a deeper understanding of family and affection.
I decided to have a good talk with my dad, so I took a leave of absence and went home. When I sat down with my father, I took out my mother's letter and read it carefully with him. I couldn't hold back my tears after reading it, and my dad and I looked at each other affectionately, expressing my love and gratitude to my mom. Dad finally admitted his negligence and mistakes in the family, saying that he regretted not giving more care to his mother, and he was also guilty of not giving more company to his mother. We held each other's hands tightly, our eyes filled with tears and repentance.
From that day on, my dad and I both became more caring for each other. Dad finally let go of his work and took care of everything at home with me. We chatted and cooked together, and although my heart was full of shock, I still felt happy. We communicate with each other, the distance between us is shortened, and there is more interaction and understanding. Maybe this is what my mother hopes for me, and my future life will be more warm and happy.
For a long time, I was immersed in the longing and sadness of my mother. However, life always has to go on, and I began to slowly move on from my grief while also taking my previous promise to my mother more seriously.
Dad was originally a gentle and kind man, but since his mother's death, he has become more and more reticent. He stayed at home all day, looking out the window with a blank face, and no one's comfort could touch his heart. I tried to get him out of his grief, but Dad seemed to lose interest in everything.
In addition, the family will inevitably encounter some conflicts. I have a younger brother named Xiaojun, and he has always wanted me to run the small restaurant left by my mother with him and inherit my mother's business. But I'm more inclined to stay in my current job. This disappointed my brother and our relationship gradually became strained.
In the days when his father was in a low mood, he stopped talking, and just left the house silently, not knowing where to go. I was worried about my dad's emotions, but every time I asked him to go, my dad always avoided my questions and just smiled reluctantly and said it didn't matter. I could only silently care about him, but my heart became more and more anxious.
And my brother's thoughts are churning in my heart. He thinks that I should give up my current job and inherit my mother's career with him, which is a sign of respect for my mother. He even started complaining in front of me, thinking that I was not filial enough and not working hard enough. These words undoubtedly sounded like a knife to my ears.
The conflicts in my family gradually intensified, and I felt powerless. At the same time, I was thinking about my father's emotions and whereabouts, but it seemed that everything was at an impasse. In this situation, I felt more and more lost and lonely. I hope that a solution to the conflict can be found, so that the family can return to harmony and Dad can be reinvigorated.