The cruelest thing in this world is not how much scenery you miss, but how much you watch your family take their last breath with difficulty.
On an ordinary Friday, I received a call from my sister on the way to BJ, telling me that my old uncle was sick and had been to many hospitals. The result was "late stage lung adenocarcinoma", but the family still refused to give up because my old uncle was sick.
He is only 53 years old. Everyone does not believe that this is reality, and they are even less willing to accept this fact. After I heard the news, besides having difficulty accepting it for a while, I felt more that my old uncle's life had been liberated. Man, this life
Everything is determined. When you were born, God had already planned your life. When I learned about my old uncle’s condition, I used his birthday and horoscope and learned that he would not live to be 55 years old.
Maybe some people see this and think we are very "superstitious". In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that life is a human being! You can't compete with fate, because you can't compete with it...
The old uncle spent the last year of his life in pain and torture, wandering in the ward and physical therapy room almost every day. The old uncle once said this to me, "I don't know what's going on. At this time,
I just want to live a good life!" After hearing this, I smiled and said nothing. During this year, I took advantage of my busy schedule to visit my old uncle because I didn't want to experience the regret of missing out again!
When I came to the familiar yard, familiar houses, and familiar faces of my old uncle’s house, time seemed to have come to that summer vacation...
"Hurry up and hold that bamboo cage!" the old uncle urged me, and I followed behind him with a smile. The old uncle was helpless because he took me to the rice fields after all kinds of requests.
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Every time I go to the rice fields, instead of helping my uncle with farm work, I catch river crabs, snails, and rice fish. My uncle says that I don’t look like a girl. I keep talking like a chatterbox. Maybe it’s because I’ve been saying this since I was a child.
I am a chatterbox, and I have endless things to say every day. I don’t know why. In the end, I relied on my mouth to "eat" - and became a teacher. The old uncle said that this time the "chatterbox" has a purpose.
.Actually, what troubles my old uncle the most is not that he keeps talking from morning to night, but that he likes to ask some questions every day that sometimes don’t answer. He is impatient, but he always teaches me how to catch fish.
, and also told me when is the best time to catch fish.
"Caught! Caught!" I happily brought my "trophy" to the old uncle. The old uncle smiled at me and said nothing. I looked up at the old uncle and watched the sunset slanting over the old uncle.
The uncle's body stretched the old uncle's back so long. At that moment, I felt that life was long, and looking back at the old uncle, his whole life seemed to be just a bubble!
My old uncle left us at 14:43 on January 22, 2021. It was my father who called me to tell me the news of my old uncle's death. My father was older than my old uncle and told me in an understatement that my old uncle finally died.
I was suffocated to death and it was very painful to leave. In fact, we were mentally prepared when we learned about the condition, but when this scene came, I would still cry bitterly. It turns out that heartbreaking crying is such a scene. Even though
I did not attend my old uncle's funeral, but I didn't have any regrets in my heart. Instead, I felt at ease. This peace of mind was because we all worked hard to save his life.
What will be left behind in the end of this journey of life?