Life cannot be repeated

Last Sunday, my third sister, who lives in Canada, took a flight back to China. In order to attend her son's wedding, she came back from Canada after a long journey. I was very grateful.

It has been two years since I last came back. Time is really a butcher's knife, cutting our time so sharply, completely separating us from the past, leaving no mercy, not even wrinkles.

That time it was because her father-in-law passed away and the epidemic prevented her from coming back for the funeral immediately. She could only come back to gather with her relatives when the epidemic subsided. Not attending her father-in-law's funeral made her feel sad, and her depression always broke out unintentionally. This possibility will happen to people abroad. I think she should have felt mentally prepared when she went abroad. However, no one can truly prepare for the death of a loved one.

After returning from abroad, you have to stay in an anti-epidemic hotel. Last time you had to be quarantined for 14 days, but this time it is much easier and only 3+4 is enough. In order to save her the trouble of staying in an epidemic prevention hotel, her mother-in-law and the others specially went to stay with the second sister in the central part of the country for a week, leaving the third sister alone at home, so there was no problem of going to the epidemic prevention hotel for isolation. This time it was really much more comfortable.

There is only about one kilometer between our home and my mother-in-law's house, so we became the most important supply station to help prepare some food. My mother-in-law and others also replenished the refrigerator at home with some ingredients before they went out, so that the third sister would not have to eat out all the time. Can show off one's skills.

In the past, what I was most afraid of was the death of my relatives and the absence of my children. I knew I couldn't bear that kind of regret, so I never chose to stay too far away from my parents. Maybe it was because the connection with my family was too strong that I thought about them deeply. All of these. But if you think about it seriously, will it hinder the development you want? This is unknown. After all, life cannot be repeated. No one knows what will happen in the future. Who can predict it?

I remember that when the third sister decided to settle abroad, my husband and I had a short argument about this issue. At that time, I asked the master if something happened to my parents at home, would they be able to come back in time? The master is quite unable to understand my question. Maybe we think in different directions, so we have different experiences.

In any case, these things have already happened and passed, and it seems that no matter how much we discuss them, there is no point. As Milan Kundera said, this is probably what lightness means.

Life cannot be repeated. Everything we do now has no chance to rehearse, because life only happens once.

We can only try our best not to have too many regrets in our lives and live well in the present. This may be what we can do.