In Yimei's words, the old people are full of children and grandchildren, and they are not short of money all their lives. They are upright and clean, and have never suffered anything. They are blessed people. As children and grandchildren, although I am reluctant to leave, I am very pleased. In the countryside, this is a funeral.
The last time I saw my uncle was the year before last. When I went back to my hometown, my little brother accompanied me to visit at home. At that time, as usual, the old man was alert and kind to people. No matter what you say or do, you can't see an old man in his nineties at all.
Last summer, my brother-in-law and aunt went to the old man's birthday party and sent me a live video. Friends and relatives get together, and the old man is full of happiness and joy.
Today's Spring Festival, my mother didn't go back to her hometown, so she asked my little brother to visit the old man. On the fourth day of the fourth grade, the old man also specially called his mother to tell her that he was fine, so that she could rest assured that she had money to spend, so don't worry. In my mother's words, listening to loud voices should be in good health.
However, who would have thought that only a few days later, the news that the old man was hospitalized came. Later, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to my hometown. I called my cousin to confirm that I didn't want the old man to suffer.
My uncle is my mother's second uncle.
I remember when I was a child, I followed my mother to her grandmother's house.
At that time, in my memory, my mother's great uncle, second uncle and scorpion (that is, my uncle and grandmother) were all very hospitable. They all greeted us without saying anything, and they were very close. My uncle is a kind old man, short, with a white beard, like a fairy Taoist. And my second uncle, tall and well-dressed, looks like a big cadre. My second uncle and grandmother have always been thin and slightly weak, but every time they see us, they will meet us, shouting "nephew, nephew" and holding hands, let them go to the kang.
In fact, my grandmother had been dead for many years at that time and left when my mother was ten years old. I haven't even seen it. Even the youngest uncle was only two years old at that time, and he had no impression.
But even so, grandma's family has always taken care of their three brothers and sisters, and until now, from the older generation to the younger generation, the relationship has been very good.
Our family has never lived in our hometown in these years, but the house in our hometown has always been there. Sometimes it is the season of warm spring in bloom, or the season of crisp autumn, or during the Spring Festival, my parents will go back to live. My uncle's home is in the next village. At that time, he was still living in his hometown. As long as he knew that his parents had come back, he would come by himself without waiting for them to see the old man. I occasionally meet my uncle sitting on the sofa when I go home, and sometimes I have a pot of wine with my father. Now every time I think about it, I feel that my family is so strong and my eyes are unconsciously moist.
The village where my grandmother got married is not far from her home. Relatives in Shili Baxiang are also familiar with each other and have contacts. Grandpa often goes to grandma's house.
My mother told me more than once that my uncle was a man who had seen the world at that time, so he was more open-minded than the average farmer. He raised my third aunt when she was at school. Later I became a barefoot doctor. My aunt was sick when she was a child, and my uncle took her to Jiaoxian at that time and didn't spend a penny to treat her.
My second uncle has three sons, two daughters and a niece, Yimei, just like her own. She has frequent contacts with brothers and sisters of her mother's generation, walks around on holidays, cares for each other and always gets along well. Even the younger generation of our age are familiar with it and feel very close.
An ancient family is a treasure. Have the affection and blood of a big family.
/kloc-On the morning of October 7th, I took my parents back to see my uncle off for the last time.
It was rainy all the way. Just like the mood at the moment.
When I arrived in the village, I stopped at the gate of the canteen and bought some paper. I heard my mother's low voice: I woke up.
I suddenly looked up and saw a funeral procession coming head-on on the road. Get off the bus with mom and walk there.
I bumped my head three times at the intersection and sent my dear and respectable uncle away.
When I was eating at noon, I heard my cousin say that my uncle was dying, one by one, as if I had a hunch.
The old man once said that the three most bitter things in life: the loss of a father in a teenager, a wife in middle age and a child in old age. He didn't want this ending.
So, he left first.
My second cousin,19911231,who was paralyzed in a car accident, has been in bed for 30 years and has suffered a lot. For this son, the old man must have been tortured for 30 years, with infinite love and compassion.
The old man couldn't come to see me off on the last trip, and the taste of the second cousin's heart can be imagined. What a big fear!
How I wish to make my second cousin's pain less and less. Live well and bravely continue to accompany your family. Longer. Longer.
When I came back from the funeral, I saw a little boy. He was always in his mother's arms, holding him wherever he went. It looks like a cousin. I guess it must be the son of a cousin. I haven't asked.
Over the years, I have worked hard in different places, especially with these brothers and sisters who are very different in age. I rarely meet each other, and my memory is still like a child. Not to mention that they have hardly met each other since they got married and had children.
He walked over to his mother and took him over, coaxing that there was something delicious in my car and taking him to get it.
The children were really coaxed into coming with me. When I got the food, I told him to go by himself instead of holding him all the time. He didn't listen, humming a song to let me hug him again. I was just thinking about trying to coax him, but his mother came again. Don't worry. Seeing that he couldn't help it, he picked him up again and walked home together.
So we got to know each other better, so we chatted casually, and then we officially knew that the little guy was my uncle's little great-grandson and my second cousin's close grandson. I can't help but sigh that my second cousin and my second aunt have survived these years, but it's not easy to see their son grow up, get married and have children, and give birth to a son, a daughter and two children, which makes up a good word. Who says it is not particularly gratifying, and it is also a very happy thing to put aside sorrow? !
A lifetime, a family, there are joys and sorrows, and there are successors.
Bon voyage, uncle! In heaven, angels will take care of you!