I had a very good relationship with this classmate in junior high school and often went to her house to play on Sundays. Her mother, a doctor, is amiable and receives me warmly every time she sees me go. Feel at home in her home. As a result, I became a frequent visitor to her home and had a deep affection for her mother.
Last semester of the third grade, my classmate's father moved to work and their family moved to the city. At first, we kept coming to live, and we met once a month or two. It took a long time, even once a few months or even a year or two. Gradually, the appearance of her mother faded from my memory.
The last time I saw my classmate's mother, she was already a patient with advanced uterine cancer. Although her hair is gray and her face is haggard, she still maintains the posture of an elegant woman. My classmates told me that my mother has been unhappy since my father died of heart disease three years ago. As early as a year ago, she was diagnosed with uterine cancer by physical examination, but she kept it a secret until her children found her condition worse and took her to the hospital. In fact, as a doctor, she knew her condition for a long time and understood that uterine cancer could be cured by surgical resection, but she just put it off again and again, making her condition worse.
Immediate surgery can save lives. But she strongly disagreed with the operation. Classmates and her brother begged her to cooperate with the doctor for surgery many times, but she refused again and again. She said that she was not worried about money or the pain of the operation, but that she couldn't get rid of her thoughts about her wife. She didn't want to lose an attachment because of the operation. She has only one wish: she wants to be a complete woman, and she wants to go to heaven to see her wife with her whole body.
That classmate and her brother were so anxious that they knelt on the ground and cried and begged her for surgery, but she refused. She said, "You have always been very filial to me, but I feel guilty about your father. I have loved him all my life, but I missed the chance to save him because of my negligence. The day he left, he took my heart away. If I didn't want to part with you, I would have gone with him. Now, I don't want to have an operation, I just want to bring a whole body to accompany him. Please satisfy my last wish! "
Seeing that their mother had made up her mind, the children had to agree with tears.
The rest of the day, in addition to taking medicine on time every day, she read books and newspapers. She said she would use the last days of her life. She should enjoy life, children's filial piety and every happiness that belongs to her. In the eyes of children, this woman, who never wants to cause trouble to others all her life, played a charming role in front of children like a child in her last days, constantly annoying them with a small temper. After a while, I said that the food was not appetizing and asked my son to redo it; I will say that I feel uncomfortable for a while and let my daughter massage her; After a while, I said I was bored and asked my daughter to sing to her. After a while, she said her eyes were blurred and asked her son to read the newspaper to her ... that's it. She tried her best to trouble her two children. Filial children silently endure, take care of her wholeheartedly and comfort her.
Three months later, her life came to an end. Before she died, she said to her two children, "I'm going to reunite with your father." After I die, you must dress me up beautifully and don't let your father see me haggard ... "
"Well ..." The two children nodded in agreement and were already crying. "Silly boy, people always die. In my last days, you have been with me and devoted yourself to filial piety. I died with my eyes closed. After I leave, don't be too sad, and don't be sad about my illness. You should be thankful for your dedication to me. Remember, you must live well! " Say that finish, she gently closed her eyes. She left, she walked with a smile and walked peacefully.
After she left, her children were still very sad, but not too sad. Because in the last days of their mothers, they gave all their love and fulfilled their children's responsibilities, which not only satisfied their mother's wishes, but also satisfied a woman's wishes.
A few days later, my classmates and brothers packed up my mother's things, and they suddenly remembered that my mother had the habit of keeping a diary. They rummaged through their mother's things in the same way. What they are most eager for is to find their mother's diary. They are eager to hear the voice of their mother's life. I found my mother's diary. There are two photos in the diary. One is a photo of my mother and my father when they were young. This is so healthy and young for the elderly. One is a family photo. Every face in the photo is smiling, and the two brothers and sisters are naughty. What a happy picture. Looking at the photo, the tears of brother and sister came out again.
They saw a letter from their mother to their brothers and sisters in their diary: "I love you, son." I don't want to disturb anyone, you know. I know you're all busy. However, from the moment you knelt down and begged me to go to the hospital, I knew that you would live in love and guilt for your father like me. Your life is still long. I don't want you to live like me. So, please forgive me, forgive my mother's last-time coquetry, and forgive my mother's last-time torture. Mother has you this pair of children, mother is very happy ... "
I was deeply moved and shocked to hear the students tell these stories about her mother. I have been thinking about the story of this classmate's mother for a long time.
This is how eternal true love makes her remember, and this is how faithful love makes her firm. Because of love, it still flashes in her heart and plays an eternal melody; Because love has condensed into a monument in her heart. The last wish shows a woman's constancy to love. In order to realize this wish, she gave up her beautiful life and her precious life. This is a kind of love sustained by life! Whenever I think of a lot of love and marriage in reality, I am even more moved by this kind of love.
In many interpretations of love, my classmate's mother's loyalty to love shocked me for a long time. It was the last time before her life died. In the name of love, it blooms so beautifully and forever!
Along the way, I saw many people meet love, experience love, enjoy love, escape love and give up love. I don't know what kind of love is the most beautiful Is it love to hold your hand and grow old with your son, love to die, or love to share weal and woe and never give up?
Finally understand that true love is the temple of the soul, the refuge of the soul, the oath made with sincere heart marks, and the true feelings without regrets; Finally, I understand that true love is a kind of emotion that is deposited in my heart through the passage of time, and it is a kind of loyalty, true feelings and feelings that will never be forgotten.
I am also a mother. I have always been moved by the mothers who left their children in the earthquake disaster. I have thought for a long time, only this kind of maternal love is great, and other loves are ordinary. What kind of determination and perseverance is needed to make classmates and mothers worry about their children's love to this extent. The students didn't say that mom's last days were happy. When they understood her last wish, they knew her last pain. I can imagine the tears in the mother's eyes when her child walked out of the house with a smile. The mother didn't think of giving money to her child. She doesn't want to give them trouble all her life. She wants her children to live happily. She knew that her refusal would make them feel uneasy for life. I understand the greatness of this mother's "torture" to her children.
When the students talked about her mother, she said that she and her brother had no regrets. They are happy and happy for their mother. Mother gave them the opportunity to cultivate filial piety, and mother gave them a monument of love. They will live happily in their mother's story and pass on this love.
My husband and I are also recalling the stories of our classmates and mothers. I also tell my daughter stories about my classmates' mothers and my classmates' brothers and sisters. My classmate's mother is ordinary and great, so are my classmate's brother and sister. After we have finished our life, can we still have such regrets, such family pride and unhappiness?