In this spring season, flowers are in full bloom and vitality, and people are enjoying the bright spring light in their mood. But my mother did not enjoy everything, without warning, my mother suddenly left us forever, finished her 87 life journey of spring, summer, autumn and winter!
Mother walked very solemn and stirring, walked very peacefully, but also walked very calmly, she did not seem to have a glimmer of concern!
Within a week of her illness and leaving, hundreds of people came to visit her relatives, friends and neighbors, and her grandchildren, nieces and nieces took turns guarding her sickbed until she took her last breath. Hundreds of people came to mourn and see her off after she left, and the funeral was so lively and simple that it was unprecedented in our small mountain village.
As the saying goes: no pain, no life, no pain. My mother did go through a lot of pain before she left us, with a splitting headache, difficulty breathing, unable to speak, and occasionally weak consciousness.
Recalling the painful scene before my mother's death, I really felt the meaning of the word "life is better than death". In fact, illness is the first of all evils. It uses every means to torture a living person to death. First, you can't eat, then you can't speak, and then you lose willpower to make you step on the road to death. The degree of cruelty is tantamount to eating a living person alive with a sharp knife, which is difficult to express in words. It is no exaggeration to say that the most ruthless thing in the world is the disease, human beings and diseases are forever natural enemies, and human beings are so helpless in front of the disease.
For a long time, my mother gave us all the feeling of being healthy and optimistic and strong. Although she had had several serious illnesses and occasionally bought some medicine to take, there was little injection and infusion, especially when she was nearly 90 years old. Her teeth can be chewed by melon seeds and beans, and her eyes can be sewed and mended by needles and stitches. We think that her body has been cured of all diseases after several treatments. You're going to live a hundred years longer.
Perhaps it is these "illusions" that make us act on the basis of experience, fail to conduct a comprehensive physical examination on our mother's body, and even neglect the comprehensive recuperation of our mother's body. I always think that as long as I keep some cold medicine at home and buy some milk and fruit for her to recuperate, so that my mother can live a long and healthy life. However, the facts have proved that this time we were wrong, and it was a big mistake, which has become a permanent pain for us as children. But there is no regret medicine in the world! It never occurred to me why such a strong mother fell ill when she said she was ill. And suddenly left without warning? Let us have been unable to accept this reality, only the sorrowful face of the status quo, never give us a chance to remedy.
Just a week before the May Day holiday, when I went home to visit my parents and my brother and sister-in-law, my mother was still picking leaves on the mountain and talking and laughing with us. She said: considering that the eldest brother's income is small, I want to hand over that small pension to my brother and sister-in-law as living expenses. At that time, I told my mother not to think about it, and my brother and sister-in-law would not accept it.
On the evening of April 29, only a week later, my sister-in-law arranged for her nephew to call me and tell me that my mother had a bad headache and was very ill. On the 30th, he called again and said: after an injection and taking medicine, my mother's condition seems to have improved, and I was immediately relieved a lot. In spite of this, I hurriedly bought some medicine and rushed to her hometown a hundred miles away, but by the time we got to her old man, she didn't have much language, could not eat, and the bowl was not smooth in her left and right hand. I fed her half a bottle of old yogurt as her last meal. The injection and medication had no effect at all, and the condition took a sharp turn for the worse. There was nothing we could do. She was old and could not be sent to a big hospital, so she had to ask the local doctor to give her mother a hanging injection, intramuscular injection, medicine and glucose, passively waiting for the sky to fall.
Sure enough, my mother worked hard until 2: 00 a. M. on the 5th and the lights ran out, lived forever and died well.
Mother's life is an industrious, thrifty and kind life, which is the epitome of Chinese traditional rural women in the 20th century. Recalling the time when I lived with my mother, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and tears could not help but flow incessantly.
She was born in a poor family. At the age of 4, my grandmother died and relied on my grandfather to take part-time jobs to support the family. Only after her eldest uncle was narrowly escaped by the strong men, did her mother have something to rely on and spent her childhood under the care of her neighbors and villagers. I grew up on a hundred-family meal. Mother in the childhood life experience, in the end experienced how many ups and downs is unimaginable. It was because of this that she developed an industrious, thrifty, kind and sensible character all her life. Although she is illiterate, she knows how to do charity, how to run a family frugally, how to help vulnerable groups, and how to sympathize with the poor.
Mother is industrious. In the large collective production, the work is divided according to the strong labor force. From the beginning of the food group, the mother has been a good hand in the work, and once served as the cook of the food group for hundreds of people. Later, in the collective work of the production team, in order to fight for work points, she often packed cold rice, went out early and came back late, and asked me, who was older, to carry my sister to the mountain for breast-feeding, so I pulled our five brothers and sisters into adults with industrious hands. In the years of famine with many difficulties, my mother and her father and eldest brother always went to the mountains to dig fern roots, pick bamboo shoots and look for wild vegetables to maintain family life. Even when the conditions are good, even if we eat our own chaff, we should try our best to eat better, and she always waits for us to eat by herself. Isn't that the greatest maternal love?
I remember that in a spring, my mother fainted on the way to dig fern roots due to overwork and malnutrition. She was carried back by the eldest brother to the District people's Hospital for emergency treatment. After 2 months of treatment, my mother finally recovered from death. Later, when the conditions improved, I sent my mother to live in the city. Although the living conditions were much better, she kept the habit of hard work. When she is in her eighties, she often goes to the farmers' market to buy vegetables and cook herself. She usually mops the floor brightly. She gets up early in the morning to bring steaming facial water for her father and me, and she personally brings tea and water for some guests when they come home.
I secretly blamed myself for whether my mother had shortened her life because of overwork.
Mother is very frugal. As my mother suffered from childhood and developed the habit of frugality in eating, clothing and use, she was reluctant to throw out the leftovers after eating several meals. she often scooped up fresh meals for us, while she quietly ate leftovers herself. several times, my sister and I were afraid that her eating leftovers for many days was not good for our health, so we secretly poured out the leftovers. She, who never got angry, reprimanded us severely and did not talk to us for a few days.
Usually she dresses very frugally, and she often says that it's a pity that people can't wear out when they buy some clothes when they are old. She always likes to wear sewing and mending old clothes, and she is always reluctant to wear the new clothes we bought for her. She has cleaned up her belongings and fashioned a box of clothes, some of which we bought for her eight or nine years ago and have never been in the water. In order to save money, my mother collected pieces of waste paper, bottles and other things at home in her spare time and bundled them to the recycling store to sell them. She said that I had children to study, and I had to make friends, so that my family spent a lot of money. In this way, I can get together to buy small vegetables. She always saves money when I buy her vegetables every week; every time she prepares meat and eggs in the refrigerator for them, she is reluctant to eat them and always waits for me to come back and eat together.
My mother always said to me from the bottom of her heart: what should buy less clothes so as not to wear out and be burned? what kind of old people don't carry a circle after a hundred years? This is not safe for the dutiful son who carries the arch. She can build a grave with stones after her death. Don't waste money. At that time, I laughed it off after hearing it. I said, "Mother, we children know what to do."
How could I know that these usual "chat records" of my mother had become deathbed words? this time, from her illness to "shutting down the wind", my mother did not even explain a word to our five brothers and sisters about the aftermath, and she left us so silently. Why doesn't it break our hearts?
I secretly blamed myself for shortening my life because my mother was too frugal and mistreated her own body.
Mother is kind. At my mother's farewell ceremony, apart from our five brothers and sisters and her grandson, there were also several of my unrelated brothers and sisters-in-law who complained, "our lives are all given by your old man. How can we live when you are gone?" It turned out that when my mother was working as a cook in the food troupe, when she saw the poor children who were so hungry, she would rather eat less porridge and give some to the children. It was the relief of the mother that brought those dying young lives back to life. In this situation, who would forget the kindness of the savior? In particular, a young man under 20 years old who carried the coffin for my mother, while carrying the coffin, said: without you, how can there be my father, how can we have a family! I wish you all the best!
Mother's kindness is also shown in some small links. Whenever my mother saw the beggar, she would give some money if she had money and something to eat. She often said that beggar is also a life. How pitiful they are!
Mother never had the heart to watch killing all her life. As long as she killed pigs, chickens and ducks at home, she always avoided going far away!
Mother is sensible. In order to make a living, all the children have to work hard outside, so the whole family naturally gets together less and divides more. Although my mother misses us very much, the first thing that comes to mind is how not to affect my work and things. Mother often said that young people have their own business and that they should not stay at home every day for the sake of us old people. When she is sick, she always tries not to tell the people around her, do not easily call people who work outside, they are busy at work outside, do not often delay their affairs, the elderly are often like this, as long as they take some medicine will be all right.
One of the little things I always felt guilty about was that it was early Monday morning, and my mother knew I had to catch the early bus to work in the main city. She was afraid that I would oversleep, so she knocked on the door at 4 o'clock and said that the meal had been prepared for me. I slept a little muddled, looked a little angry and said: I set the alarm, it is only 4 o'clock, you get up so early to do this and that, not only afraid of catching a cold, but also delay my drowsiness, how can I eat so early? If you still do so in the future, I won't come back on the weekend, so as not to cause you any trouble. My mother left my room in silence. After that, my mother changed her way. on the first night, in order to prepare something to eat such as boiling water and cakes, she told me to eat in the morning. She was afraid that I would be hungry. Whenever I went downstairs and looked back, my mother was still standing at the window of the house looking at my back. She didn't go back to bed until I was out of her sight.
In retrospect, maybe my mother had a premonition that our mother-son relationship would not last long. I am also a little intellectual, fully reading poems and books. I understand the truth that the general trend of the world must be divided for a long time, and that a banquet for thousands of years will always come to an end. But why didn't I realize the meaning of these words and deeds with my mother? she's actually telling us that mother and son are about to separate!
Mother loves us more than herself. Mother and father took turns to live in my eldest brother's house and my family for nearly 20 years, usually in the first half of the year and in my house in the second half of the year. They found it more interesting to live this way, and more importantly, their mother thought they could do something for the family. He returned to his hometown in the countryside in early February this year. Mother never had a parental shelf. When eating, my mother always scooped up food for everyone first. Even though the delicious food was sent to our bowl, the 70-year-old brother always burst into tears when he said this. The eldest brother said, "our parents not only raised us, but also raised us old!"
When I was cleaning up my mother's belongings, I came across a plastic bag hanging from the door buckle of the big cupboard, which was a bag of dried herbs, which is specially for the elderly. It is said that this medicine can cure all kinds of diseases, and my mother secretly left it to me.
Although this is a small thing, it can reflect my mother's great maternal love. I often have a hypothetical proposition: suppose that for the happiness of my children and grandchildren, my mother will certainly bear more pain, and even she is willing to go through fire and water for her children and grandchildren.
The lyrics are well written: find some leisure, find some time, take the children, often go home to see, the elderly do not want their children to make much contribution to the family, life is not easy to draw a reunion!
And as sons of man, we run around outside all the year round in order to make a living, asking ourselves if we think of our mother anytime and anywhere. How much love have we given to our mother?
I thought to myself, if I did not have such a mother, without the imperceptible influence of her industrious, thrifty, kind, sensible character, would I still be who I am now? Will our big family still be like this?
Goodness is rewarded with goodness, and heaven has eyes. Perhaps it is because of the kindness of my mother that so many people are moved to see her off and bless her. It even moved the sky to shed tears when the sky was in mourning, and the sun shone on the descendants after the burial.
On March 17 of the Guiwei year of the lunar calendar, on this heartbreaking day, Mother
You left us forever. Since then, no one has made breakfast early and knocked on my door, and I no longer have your kind eyes to watch me go far away when I go out. I don't have to worry about whether you have a good natural gas switch, nor do I have to worry about whether your beriberi still makes you miserable, let alone what to do when there is a gas outage and a power outage at home.
I know that yin and yang are separated, and mother and son will never see each other again. No matter how sad I am, the reality tells my mother that you are really gone, you really left us, you left us forever.
Mother in heaven, are you all right? At this moment, your children miss you so much!
Presumably at this moment, you should be driving back to Yaochi, accompanied by fairies, without the pains of constant work in the past, the torment of illness, the concern for your children and grandchildren, only the happiness of happiness and leisure, and the smile of becoming an immortal!
Of course, according to your past character, maybe you are still working on how to protect your children and grandchildren, and you are still worrying about your father's life.
I can comfort you that, in accordance with your last wish, we let you live in the mud in Lishugang, a treasure land of fengshui, and sleep with my grandma and grandfather!
I can also comfort you that we have arranged my father's life, and he will spend his twilight years in peace.
Sons, daughters, grandchildren and Zeng will always remember and miss you as a simple, kind and kind elder!
Mother, if you need anything else, please tell me in your dream as you used to!
I would like to use this article to comfort the soul of your mother as a gift for your son to be late for Mother's Day.
Author: persistent pursuit
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