Getting old | When we grow up, we must remember to take care of ourselves

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to be raised, but the parent doesn't want to wait." When the middle school understood this sentence, I had the mentality of "it doesn't matter" at the beginning, I thought: My family is all well, too. I'm not sick and I'm in good spirits, so it shouldn't matter to me.

Of course, it has something to do with me in the end.

My grandpa passed away when I was a freshman in high school. I actually have very little memory of my grandpa, because I rarely went back when I was a child. In my memory, the only impressions of my grandpa are the thin figure lying on the reclining chair, the red envelopes given every New Year, and Every time I go back I have to shout "Grandpa".

After hearing the news, I didn't cry. I watched my brother rush back from the university and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. The sound of water covered everything, only the faint red marks in his eyes when he came out, I could tell his mood.

During the vigil, it happened to be winter, and the wind outside was rustling on the leaves. I tightened my collar, looked at my brother's back, and continued to wait for Master to recite the scriptures. At the end of the funeral, staring at the photo of my grandpa, I felt a sour feeling in my heart. After a while, I really felt... It turned out that the grandpa was no longer there.

Later, when I went back to my grandpa's house, the first sentence I shouted was no longer "Grandpa". I couldn't hear the response, and there was no figure behind the door. I felt that something in my heart disappeared. Relatives gather less and less at Grandpa's house, and they can't see the lively scene before, only empty tables and chairs and a few people.

This was the first funeral in my life, and I think it should be the last.

As a result, after 6-7 months, Abo also passed away, and after a few months, grandma also passed away.

When I attended the second and third funerals, I realized how fragile life is so quickly.

In the same year, because of the slippery ground, when my dad climbed the stairs, he fell and fell on his spine. It took him 3 years to raise it, and it still hasn't healed. The severe abdominal pain caused my mother to take a break from work. I went to see the doctor and found out that it was appendicitis. After I found out that it was appendicitis, I had surgery. The original tough body was not as good as before, and my stomach began to have circles of swimming circles, and my physical strength gradually deteriorated.

And I, looking at the few white hairs on their heads, no longer ridiculed "you have white hair!", I began to learn to do things and take responsibility, no longer frizz, no longer do a disservice, no longer even live I don't understand the common sense on the Internet. It's not the me who didn't know how to look at people's faces before, but the me who is a little more mature.

I often wonder, is this something that adults have to experience?

After our protective umbrella is gone, we will realize that we live a stable life at a cost, but we are only carried by others, and we do not realize it.

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After my grandpa was in a car accident, he stayed in the nursing home for a while. My dad and I often came to visit him, massage and chat with him. Compared with the sleepiness at the beginning, we have recovered a little bit of energy, and we have a lot of energy when talking. .

When I got home, my dad sighed:

"Grandpa, he was rescued by intubation. You can also see what Grandpa looked like at the beginning. He was actually very painful. He wanted to die, but he couldn't. Suffering, what's the point of life like this?

...if I need first aid someday, don't intubate, let me go. You have grown up slowly, even if I am not by your side, remember to take care of yourself. "

After more than 2 months, one night, grandpa fell asleep forever. I heard from my dad that grandpa walked peacefully that day. He was taken away in his sleep. There was no pain and he left safely.

Perhaps being able to go without disease and disaster is the last wish of adults.