It is said that white-haired people send black-haired people, is it really something you will never forget?

When my cousin was diagnosed with liver cancer, he issued a sign: Late stage of liver cancer, resignation.

My cousin is the best among us. She passed the judicial examination at one time and worked as a clerk in a public institution.

After a while, my mother took me to the hospital to visit my cousin. Chemotherapy made him pale and thin, but he was still so gentle, smiling and chatting with me.

Menstruation and his uncle take turns to take care of their cousin. They are still optimistic and hope that the treatment will be effective. However, at this time, there is no other way but optimism.

Every time my mother makes a phone call with menstruation, she will cry into tears, saying that my cousin is too poor, and how can menstruation stand it?

Three months later, my cousin left.

At the funeral, menstruation said, it is good to go. He's in so much pain that it won't hurt when he gets to heaven.

When the staff pushed my cousin's body to the mourning hall, menstruation almost walked step by step, crying while walking: my child came out, my child came out. ...

We all cried, holding our period, and no one could stand up.

After the farewell ceremony, we waited for cremation in another room. When the bones were pushed out, my uncle made us hold our menstruation, so she couldn't stand it.

The staff crushed my cousin's bones bit by bit and put them in the urn.

Menstruation has been sitting on a stool with his head down without saying a word.

After the funeral, we sent my cousin's portrait home.

My uncle looked at my cousin's portrait motionless and said nothing. I looked at my uncle. The old man's back was hunched.

The two old people worked hard all their lives, and finally raised their son to the top. Life just went uphill, but this happened. How do parents bear it?

Now, my cousin has been gone for 9 years, and I have become a mother, and I know more about the pain of uncle menstruation.

Nowadays, they seem to have walked out of the haze and will participate in various activities such as square dance. When they meet Dora, they will also talk about my cousin's childhood and so on. But what kind of mood do they have when they dream back at midnight in the dead of night?

Maybe now, they can only try to live every day, at least not to worry about their cousins in the sky.

Perhaps, their life is no longer expected, and they can only live one day at a time, waiting for the day when they see their cousin again.

In any case, the pain may heal and scab, but it will never disappear.

Yin and yang are separated, and those who stay are the most painful.

1997, my cousin is still in college. One day, Uncle Menstruation received a phone call from the Public Security Bureau, asking them to go to a mountain to identify the body, which started his parents' nightmare.

My cousin didn't know why, so he chose to jump off a cliff and commit suicide. Until now, no one understands why. Why would a good man commit suicide? Conditions at home are not bad. My uncle is the director of industry and commerce. He is an only child. Since childhood, he has been eating and drinking, and there is nothing wrong with his health. Relatives secretly speculated that he might be frustrated by talking about the other half of the university, otherwise there was no other reason. . .

I remember when I got home, I saw menstruation lying in bed, with tears in her eyes, mumbling why people were in a semi-coma state, which made people feel really uncomfortable.

Let alone being parents, if our cousins can't accept it, let alone them?

Since then, we have been responsible for sweeping my cousin's grave every year. My uncle and aunt didn't go, and I was heartbroken at that time. My uncle is a good man, but he also has mental torture problems. His monthly salary is spent on playing mahjong, and he won't stop until he loses all his money. At first, we tried to persuade him, but he said he wouldn't play, and his mind was full of ideas. We might as well let him plan. We can only think of it as spending money to eliminate disasters!

In the past 20 years, Uncle menstruation has gone from bad to worse, with no one around to take care of him. They are often hospitalized and their relatives help each other. I don't know what they would do if there were no relatives. Poor thing

How could a white-haired man forget to send a black-haired man in his life? This is their hard work! ! ! Too sad.

Dare not think, dare not recall, April 9, 20 19, the nightmare of my life began. Sending my son to kindergarten in the morning, the child is not right. He stepped aside, drooling, glassy-eyed, and looking like a fool. I was already crying. I quickly called the child's father and asked him to take the child to our county hospital for examination. I needed an MRI to examine his brain, but the child didn't cooperate at all. We immediately rushed to the nearest affiliated hospital of Southwest Medical University, gave the child intravenous sedatives and had a brain ct scan. The doctor gave me a little hope when I found that the child had a tumor on his brain stem. He said that it might be a cyst, and we rushed to Chongqing Children's Hospital overnight. Here, the doctor told us directly that Shi Tian couldn't, and I soon fell asleep, feeling weak and heartbroken. I'm hurt! Why is my son so short-lived? In April 1 1, I took my children to Beijing Tiantan Hospital. Here, my child was directly sentenced to death. Surgery can't be done, and the good result is vegetative state, 100% recurrence. I don't want my children to suffer. I had to take them home. After I go home, I take them back to my parents. They always help me and accompany me. I don't want to write any more! Sad in my heart! I dare not be too sad. My children left me in the hospital on May 29th. The child's funeral was organized by his father and friends, and even his father chose a small grave for his child. I asked my father about his own mountain. At that time, the child was over five years old, and it was really impossible to send him back to his hometown, but his father disagreed. Forget it. Children themselves don't like going back to their hometown. He is ill and told us not to let his father come. As my son wishes! I didn't know where my son was buried before, but my friend took me to see it a few months ago. My family didn't tell me where my son was buried! I know I will go to see him quietly in the future, behind my parents' backs. After the child left, I sued my father for divorce in August, demanding that the second child be mine. When my eldest son was sick, my second child was only four months old, and I was still on maternity leave! Almost depressed, but fortunately my parents have been with me!

However, I am not depressed, but a myocardial infarction. The doctor said it was caused by grief. Alas! No! I really dare not die now. What will happen to my children and parents after I die? When I finish my task, I will accompany my Dabao well and owe him! Guilt for life! Miss you, my son!

When my cousin got the admission notice from Sun Yat-sen University, our whole family was full of joy, and my uncle was even more happy. However, a few days later, a paper test sheet of the hospital physical examination pushed the family into the dark abyss.

"Leukemia, impossible! How did cousin get leukemia? I don't believe it! " I shouted at my mother when I heard the news. It can be written clearly in black and white: this bone marrow is more likely to consider acute leukemia, and the diagnosis should be combined with clinical consideration.

I grew up watching my cousin. He is a clever, diligent and obedient child. The only drawback is that he is weak and often catches a cold. My aunt spent a lot of time on him. Either give him nutrition or stew him soup.

Everyone is very pleased to see my cousin grow up lively. He is the only child in the family. Both uncles and aunts are teachers, so my cousin's academic performance has always been excellent. In 2002, we were admitted to Sun Yat-sen University, which was completely unexpected.

There was such a big change before beauty began that my uncle and aunt turned white overnight. After that, my uncle and aunt took time off to accompany their children to Guangzhou for treatment, and the couple took turns to take care of their cousins.

After several times of chemotherapy, my cousin lost all her hair. Sometimes she cried in pain in the middle of the night, and menstruation was crying. Finally, the condition was under control, and the doctor said that if it is appropriate, it is best to go to Beijing Hospital for bone marrow replacement.

Uncle and aunt didn't think about it, so they borrowed money and took their cousin to Beijing. But it never rains but it pours. In June 2002, a SARS epidemic swept half of China. In March 2003, SARS spread to Beijing. Later, I heard from my uncle that they were in extreme pain during their stay in Beijing. Because there were not enough beds in the hospital at that time, they were often arranged in the corridors.

The attack of SARS made medical resources very scarce. Many medical staff are busy fighting SARS. Cousin's illness dragged on and on. By July 2003, SARS was under control.

But my cousin's condition deteriorated again and again. In May of that year, my cousin finally died before the matched bone marrow. At the end of May, my aunt and uncle came back from Beijing, holding my cousin's urn. They seemed to be ten years older.

They both cried when they met. When they got home, my aunt could not accept the fact that my cousin had left. She sat at home all day, Lacrimosa, in a trance. She cried and even fainted several times. Several times, menstruation wanted to leave with her cousin, but her uncle stopped her.

My uncle tried to comfort my aunt with pain, but they both cried as they talked. They can't get out of the shadow of their cousin's departure. Everything is as usual in my cousin's room, and his favorite novel How Steel was Tempered is still on the desk.

Two months later, my uncle finally felt no more pain, so they rented a house in the city. Every weekend, they come back to see, and they are speechless with pain every time. They would rather spend the Spring Festival outside than go back to their hometown.

Uncle said: without the children, we won't have more years. Now we are waiting for the end of life, and we can see him under the grave. My uncle said that one year after my cousin left, when he was invigilating the senior high school entrance examination, he saw a boy who looked like my cousin. At that moment, he could not help crying on the spot.

Now my cousin has left 17. If he is alive, he should get married and have children, and his uncles and aunts can have grandchildren. But now my uncle and aunt live alone, and life is very lonely and cold.

Only the parties can deeply understand that white-haired people send black-haired people. The dead are gone, and those left behind are the most painful! If you ask the parents in the world who suffer the most, the parents who lose their independence suffer the most!

My cousin and I are the same year, and my uncle's son is older than me. 20 1 1 twenties, has been working here in Shenzhen. My aunt also brought a two-year-old daughter in Shenzhen. Later, his wife was pregnant with a second child, and she said that she would bring back the domestic fetus. Then the family went to my little uncle's house for lunch that day and asked my parents to come over. It was summer and it was very hot. They will leave after supper. My mother said that the weather was so good that they would go after a rest. They still insist on going. Later, when they turned the corner in front of their house, they ran into a truck, which was so tragic that they could hardly recognize it. All four people in the family died on the spot. The motorcycle they rode had several accidents at that intersection, and my parents were resting at my little brother's place. When I came out, I saw many people around the intersection. My mother panicked at that time. The more she walked in, the more she knew it was them. It's tragic. My second aunt came back from Shenzhen immediately, crying her eyes out. She didn't sleep or eat for days and nights. I really haven't seen the smiles on their faces for so many years since they left. I never saw that smile when I was a child. Now that they have been gone for nine years, they feel that time can't heal! Many years later, my mother said that my cousin would never invite my mother and them to dinner again, but she did. Is this fate?

I have a cousin who is 24 years old, married and has twin daughters. The children left because of an accident before they could speak.

My cousin graduated from college and my wife and I are classmates. They got on the bus first and then made up the tickets. They got married after having children, and then went to work in my wife's factory. On the day of the accident, everything was normal, everything was normal, but the child kept crying.

After the accident, I heard from my parents that my uncle's house collapsed, my aunt cried until she fainted, and my sister-in-law cried with her child in her arms, and her heart was dying.

Later, my uncle said that my cousin came back to realize his dream, let the family live a good life, let my sister-in-law see if there is a favorite object and find a good man to marry. My wife took the children directly to my cousin's grave and cried for three days. She refused to leave, saying that she would bring them up anyway and wouldn't let them change their surnames.

People's memories have time, but some people's memories are probably really unforgettable. After my cousin left, my cousin and their families calmed down. Taking care of children every day is busy making money. The two children are only 4 years old now and don't know anything, but they are over 50 years old. How many years can they stay with their children? I can only earn more money and save it for my children so that they can have a dependence in the future.

Every time someone accidentally talks about my cousin in front of my uncle and aunt, their eyes are full of tears and they don't say a word, but as everyone knows, they are still in pain and thinking about their children.

When my father left, grandma didn't eat, drink or sleep for days and almost went to the hospital. Finally, my uncle couldn't stand it anymore, forcing the doctors in the village to help grandma with infusion. At that time, everyone was very sad, and we were also immersed in the grief of losing our father and had no time to take care of grandma. Later, grandma became seriously ill. That year, my father who was less than 60 years old was diagnosed with liver cancer. We never thought that the word "cancer" would come to our closest relatives one day. I always feel that it is a distant and audible thing. But it caught us off guard and lost our dearest father in the world.

I remember when we got the inspection report, we couldn't believe it was true, let alone tell my dad himself. After being diagnosed again, I had to accept this cruel fact.

At that time, my brother and sister-in-law were at work, and my sister-in-law was pregnant and couldn't go shopping by herself, so I asked my father to come out to help buy food and cook. It is also my brother who wants to take this opportunity to show my father the life of his eldest son outside.

I also want to take this opportunity to spend time with my dad. After all, since my brother left home for school, the father and son have been getting along badly.

It was the first time that my father left his hometown, and it was also the farthest place that he had been. I thought about my father who had worked hard for most of his life, and finally I can enjoy it.

However, I have only been in Shenzhen for half a month, and my mother told my brother: Your father is too thin. Take him to the hospital for a physical examination. Why is he so thin?

I don't know until I check. I was shocked as soon as I checked: middle and late stage of liver cancer.

In fact, it is also our negligence as children. In the last year or two, dad has obviously lost a lot of weight, but it has not attracted our attention. He always uses being busy as an excuse and doesn't even go home for the New Year.

Dad's rapid weight loss is a serious signal, but we missed it.

This time, and only once, my father ended this long-awaited and yearning life only half a month later than my brother. Because the doctor said: dad is too thin, both livers are hardened, and chemotherapy is not needed.

So, we took dad back to his hometown for conservative treatment.

We kept my father's words from me and my grandmother. My brother told my grandmother that my father didn't come back until he was acclimatized in Shenzhen.

But paper can't always cover the fire, because both my aunts came back to visit my father. This makes my milk a little smelly, or it may be my mother's instinct. She thinks there must be something she doesn't know.

Grandma secretly stopped her brother and said, son, you give me an accurate sentence. What happened to your father?

My brother told me the truth reluctantly, and he also hoped that my milk would have a little time to buffer, otherwise I wouldn't even be mentally prepared at the end, which was the biggest blow.

Besides, as a mother, I have the right to know about it.

After listening to my brother's words, I can't let go for a long time. I was just mumbling, how did I get such a strange disease?

That day, grandma shut herself in her room and told us not to disturb her.

Dad's illness is a great blow to us children, but not to grandma, the mother.

The next day, my grandmother, who was in her early 80 s, looked old and her face was lifeless. She announced to us that she would live with us and take care of dad together.

In fact, grandma has been living with her little uncle. Now, she wants to live with us so that she can spend her last time with her eldest son.

This is also the last time they are together.

Grandma's arrival showed us another side of dad. Dad, like a child, will "coquetry" in front of grandma. Because of my father's illness, we went there as long as we heard that there were folk remedies, and brought back a lot of Chinese medicine.

The task of cooking Chinese medicine fell to grandma. Every time grandma watches dad finish eating, it counts. However, adults drink Chinese medicine, and there is no rock sugar or white sugar. They are all original, and we all feel bitter when we look at them.

What about my dad? He drinks a bowl three times a day. It's disgusting. Later, my father never wanted to drink Chinese medicine again. In order to let my father finish drinking Chinese medicine, grandma always combines hard and soft, and finally compromises with my father.

Maybe my dad can't bear to let my grandmother worry about him at this age, or maybe this time with him is too precious. My dad doesn't seem to want to upset my milk. No matter how bitter the medicine is, as long as I let him drink my milk, he won't finish it.

And I always secretly wipe tears behind my dad's back after he drinks medicine.

I watched my son suffer from the disease, but there was nothing I could do.

In fact, drinking Chinese medicine may only be our psychological comfort, and it has no effect on my father's illness. Instead, it caused hepatic ascites. In order to drain the water from his stomach, his father was hospitalized twice before and after.

But even so, I still can't keep my dad. After more than two months, my dad still left.

At the last moment, my grandmother accompanied my father. Grandma took dad's hand and cried. You are a good boy. Why didn't God take me away and let you stay?

Grandma looked very calm after dad left. Only occasionally will I mutter to myself: What did I do? Why did God take him away? He has suffered all his life. Why don't you let him go?

When dad went to the funeral, grandma shut herself in her room again. Maybe grandma, like us, can pretend that my dad is still there and nothing has changed as long as she doesn't see it with her own eyes.

But we all know that this is just our prayer and it will never come true.

Grandma's spirit was taken away after dad left. She went back to her uncle's house. Before she leaves, she must take one of her father's clothes. She said, "This is what my son wears. I did nothing for him when he was alive. He left to get one of his clothes, so this is my little idea. "

He also said: Why didn't you think of taking a picture of your father?

Yes, there are no pictures of my father at home.

In fact, in our hometown, people who die at home usually lose or burn their clothes, shoes and socks, including bedding. The bed he slept in will be thrown into the pond.

All his personal belongings will gradually disappear with his disappearance.

After that, grandma became seriously ill and needed to rest for half a year to recover slowly and get out of bed.

Maybe this half a year is grandma talking about her son, and at the same time, she is comforting her pain of losing her son. It took grandma half a year to recover from the loss of her son.

There is pain, and it is useless for outsiders to comfort.

And we experienced the same pain as grandma who lost her common family.

It is said that there are three misfortunes in life, one of which is the loss of children in old age.

I have experienced the most unfortunate thing in her life, and it is also the most unfortunate thing for us.

After that, we can always see grandma secretly stroking dad's old clothes.

Some pains can only be experienced by the parties themselves, and some people can only hide them in their hearts. The most unforgettable pain is that white-haired people send black-haired people.

/kloc-in the summer of 0/8, my newly-married cousin suddenly had a car accident, and no one was on the scene. My distant aunt fainted on the spot after hearing the news. After being rescued, her eyes glazed over for a long time, she shouted "My son" and then fainted. It didn't help this time, so she had to call 120 to go to the hospital.

Relatives and friends helped with my cousin's funeral. In those days, my aunt and his wife didn't eat or drink, and their eyes were dull, especially my aunt, who became old almost overnight. Everyone was worried about my aunt's spirit, so they tried their best to make her cry. Finally, my aunt burst into tears until her voice became hoarse.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the daughter-in-law to find out that she was pregnant and decided to give birth to the child. My uncle and aunt were able to rekindle the hope of life and take good care of her daughter-in-law until she gave birth to a child. Fortunately, her daughter-in-law successfully gave birth to a boy, who is now half a year old. My aunt and uncle are busy raising this grandson now.

Orr, my son, where have you been? You are only 2 years and 5 months old, and you can't even say your own name. The baby's mother will teach you now: your name is Wu Ziao (lunar calendar 201610/October 29th 1: 2 1). Your father's name is Jia and your mother's name is Jia. Remember clearly, son!

Mom failed to protect you, son. Mom, I'm sorry! Mom misses you so much, I can't hold you, hold your little hand and take care of you ... Mom's heart hurts!

Baby, you've been gone for 27 days! My mother has missed you for so many days, and every day my mother is very miserable. Your smile is deeply in my mother's heart, and my mother will never forget my proud son. My favorite baby mother will always love you!

Son, after you left, my mother thought about how to save you if my mother was at the scene, but ... baby, you were taken away mercilessly. I hate it ... you can't come back after all! Mother loves my baby very much. Where have you been now? Is anyone there to take care of you? Mom wants my baby to be healthy and happy wherever he is. ...

If God is merciful, please bless my son Wu Ziao from now on. Blessed by the Buddha and merciful by the Bodhisattva, I left a good place for my son ... Amitabha!

Aoer, mom knows everything is so involuntary! If I can, my mother is willing to work hard all her life. I hope my baby and I can continue to maintain a deep mother-child relationship. My mother won't force you. As long as you are happy, my mother won't force my son. I just want you to be happy forever. ...

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is a painful tear for a lifetime. I will never forget it. My child is my mother's darling. Only the mother who has experienced the pain of cutting meat knows the pain of cutting meat. I am a mother who lost her life in bad karma. I lost my only child at 10 on the morning of June 26th last year, and my child had an accident at work. Although the hospital tried its best to rescue him, the child never woke up and left me forever at noon. Today is eight months since my child left me 1 day. In these eight months, I have been thinking about it day and night. Life is worse than death. My children in bad business have lived with me for 25 years. I have been sorry for my children. Because the family is not well off, I have never let him eat, drink and dress well, and I have never let him enjoy a happy day. This kind of pain and regret will accompany me all my life.