Take care of your old age

His father was nearly sixty years old, and his mother's early death made his later life a little more regrettable. Our brother and sister are busy in daily life, running fragmented marriage and love, only a routine phone call in the past, deliberately asking for warmth.

When my father was young, he was a handsome mess and good at eloquence. In his later years, due to loneliness, he hid in the countryside alone, mainly to avoid the entanglement of the media. When my father was young, he was a senior media person.

I do not know that at some point, I suddenly found that my father was clumsy, called more, and did not care about such a fact, but when I talked to my sister on the phone, she was as fine as silk and choked in that head: Dad is not old?

Dad is not old, the aging society trend has just begun, sixty years old, how can be old? How can I get old if I have not taken care of my own affairs and cannot add too much burden to my children? It was a vow my father had made over the phone.

I do not know when his words began to be cautious, is shy return? Or shy advent, I do not know how to describe their bad mood, do not joke, joke let the wind blow away, do not say a joke, trying to think of every word, but always seriously swallow it out.

No child would care about a change like his father? But once I found out, I regretted it.

My father was indeed ill, but the time was muddled for half a year before he found that he was clumsy, stupid, indifferent and helpless, the doctor told us about this disease, and finally gave an ultimatum: typical "Almetzmer's disease", that is, "Alzheimer's disease".

Fortunately, it is the early stage, but once the virus steps on the legs and feet, it will recklessly invade, no matter how much you love each other, but also will not be afraid of you like the sea like the moon.

My father was as strong as when he was young, never called pain, and tried to cooperate with the doctor every day, read the words he liked, and did not let his thinking stop, he wanted to live, because he said that his things had not yet been dealt with.

God bless man. Father survived, but there are still after-effects, not at ease, he hired an old aunt to come to serve his daily life, aunt approachable, his wife died early, like to do the father love to eat noodles.

Three or two days to run home, hundreds of kilometers toss, need to work overtime at night to sort out the work that has not been done during the day, city people usually lack exercise, a week, I fell ill, my sister's side also because of the lawsuit, the plan to go home temporarily ended.

Every day we could barely brace ourselves up to call our father.

The phone always answers the aunt first, nothing is impossible, tell us the change of father, can stand up, how clear the word is, can read the newspaper, can also say "I love you."

The last word of the pledge, let my heart is not the taste, my father did not say these words to my mother all my life, to the old, even casually in front of a woman to reveal his heart.

Can not ignore the mysterious moves of the father, ill also have to go home to observe the clues. Home has the feeling of home, warm, not damp, feminine family is a family. I looked at my sister with an unspeakable pain in my heart.

Father did improve, keep up with The Times that kind of feeling, talk to restore the ability, read the newspaper, talk and laugh. I did not like it, because of his eyes, looking at the eyes of aunt, while talking about this matter, while talking about the purchase of a cemetery.

On the way back, my sister pursed her lips and asked me: "Dad is getting better, but I'm not happy at all, is it difficult for dad to recruit a stepmother?"

I comforted her: "Dad has his own freedom, old people remarry is not impossible, but I also feel uncomfortable."

Mother taught us tradition from childhood, do not change impermanence, when mother left, father also said that he would be lonely for the rest of his life, in exchange for the guilt of his mother, how to say changed.

Let nature take its course.

My father called to consult us to buy a house, a buy also two sets, my God, how many passbooks the old man has?

He asked us for the price of cemeteries in the city, bought two, and told us to take one home with us.

I was depressed with my sister on the phone, my sister said: "Talk to dad, see what his attitude?"

Home layout of flowers, there is a happy kind, the yard is full of flowers, as if someone will spring from the palace into the world.

Seeing Aunt absent, we solemnly: "Dad, how is the relationship between you and aunt developing?"

Let me get right to the point. The same is true when you're young. You don't want to drag on and on.

"Good, what are you talking about? We're getting our affairs in order, okay? You see, two cemeteries, we don't have to worry about, two apartments, the down payment, has been handed over, I promised your sister a house, you already have, the other set, is your aunt prepared for her son, her son is still living in 80 square rooms.

These flowers, these branches and leaves, let them be dried first, and they will be useful when we are gone."

My eyes are sore and I don't know how to describe my mood. Aunt came in, saw us, wanted to retreat, but my father stopped her:

"Explain, we are in the same situation, you see, your son thinks we are together, my children think so, it is very funny."

Aunt's face was red: "The two children don't laugh at us, I am taking care of his illness, and he feels that it is friendship, we help each other to prepare for the things behind, are more than sixty years old, just want to leave, do not want to let the children worry about us again."

All selfishness and hypocrisy faded into a river into tears, my sister and I knelt in front of my father. Misunderstanding, bending, is the logic of the world's children to their parents, the wind and wind of their parents will always be transformed into a kind of human power, so that your nerves are numb.

Even though I'm cured, I could go at any time, okay? High blood pressure, poor heart condition; Your aunt is like me. We're brother and sister. There's nothing wrong with that. The father's last words were a little clumsy, like a child who had done something wrong, and tried to hide his inner panic, and tried to explain that he was afraid to cut and get confused.

On the way back to the city, my sister kept crying, beating her leg saying that she was too selfish, and my eyes were wet.

Parents' love without end, without stop, not only extended to life, but also extended to the afterlife, and all the children in the world, are calm, forehead and palm to enjoy this kind of human nature, without consciousness, unharmed.

Love your parents while they are still alive!