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"After my father passed away, every time I heard my husband call me 'Dad', my tears flowed," MP's heartfelt confession made many people think.
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1. MP's father-in-law passed away in early May after a period of serious illness. "I thought life was impermanent. The elderly all have to die, as is the law of nature. But no, the hearts of loved ones are not that simple. Only when, in tears, do we understand the depth of losing a loved one," she wrote these emotional lines on social media. Perhaps those who have been in the situation, who have experienced the feeling of losing a loved one, will understand and share this feeling. But, even for outsiders, when they are lucky enough to still have their parents, they will probably feel scared because one day, everyone will have to face such things.
Instead of changing the profile picture to black or a white lotus, MY's personal page is a photo of her father when he was still alive. The pain came unexpectedly when her father passed away suddenly before he was 70 years old. After her father passed away, she wrote a very long poem about the memories of when he was alive. It was the image of him sitting next to a pot of tea, chatting with his relatives in front of the house. It was the time when he was happy with his children and grandchildren with endless laughter. It was the days of waiting for his children who were working far away, returning home for a long time. No one knows what worries or concerns the person who left has. Only the person who stayed behind still has the pain intact because of the void that cannot be filled. So, perhaps everyone, like MY, wishes that "in the next life, my father will come back to me".
The first time I witnessed a blood relative pass away was my grandmother. It was a day in May, the sun was blazing in the poor countryside, my mother dragged her feet step by step following the hearse to take my grandmother to the cemetery. Her bare feet clung to the hot concrete road, many places exposed gravel and rocks. But, at that time, there was no pain greater than the pain of losing my mother. Then those feet seemed to lose their souls, and they stepped into the grave. My mother lay curled up on the cold ground, following the custom of lying on the ground that still exists today.
For the first time, I no longer saw my mother's footsteps hurried and busy as usual.
2. Obviously everyone understands the law of birth - aging - sickness - death. Parents, no matter how long they live, will one day have to leave us. And one day, when we have children and grow old, that cycle repeats itself. It is immutable and cannot be forced. Knowing that, but thinking about it still makes me scared. It is a lurking feeling, an invisible fear that can be named but is very difficult to describe in detail. Each person will name, name and empathize in a different way.
Whoever still has a mother, please don't make her cry/Don't let sadness appear in her eyes, you hear? These are two very famous verses that are always passed down by word of mouth during every Vu Lan season. However, we don't have to wait for a certain occasion to love. There are many children who have regretted all their lives because they didn't have time, didn't love and show filial piety enough to their parents when they were alive. And, when they pass away, the choked sobs and the lavish feasts on the day of worship cannot make up for the past losses.
There are many ways to express love. It can be just by asking and caring every day. In the age of technology, a phone call can shorten the distance of thousands of miles. Sometimes, just seeing the face of the children is enough to reassure parents more than any gift. However, love in words alone is probably not enough. Turn love into concrete actions. That is why there is a saying: "Old people get a bowl of soup, young people get new clothes". As my friend once shared, when her parents were both over 70 years old, every time she bought gifts for them, she always had to be even. Old people often think too much, sometimes like children who are easily angered, and often hold grudges. Therefore, she always had to be careful to please both her father and mother. Thinking back, she still felt happy even though sometimes the things she bought, her parents put them neatly in the closet or saved them, waiting for the children to come together to share a little with each child, especially candy, sugar, and milk.
No one can count how much love is enough. The love of parents is probably the only kind of love that is selfless and completely unconditional. The children's repayment is probably only a very small part to repay those immense sacrifices.
“Those who still have parents, let us be grateful for their presence. Because that is the most wonderful gift,” Ms. MP has reflected on this.
Loving our parents properly and promptly while they are still alive will make us feel lighter and more at peace if one day they leave us. And, that is also a lesson for our children to look at. One day not far away, we will receive back what we have treated our parents.
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