Only when I was over fifty did I realize: Losing these two people is the greatest pain. I hope you don’t have to experience it. Which two people?

I once read a sentence from a netizen. He said that his mother passed away, and he did not shed tears during the funeral, and he did not feel much sadness in his heart. He was confused and suspected that he was a cold-blooded person. So, he expressed this matter online.

Someone replied to him and said: "The moment a loved one passes away, people usually don't feel sad. What really makes you feel sad or even sad is the half of the box that is opened in the refrigerator. Milk, the quilt that was mailed to you half a month ago, and the nagging that I have become accustomed to and never hear again."

"Losing" is not a moment, but a long period of time. During this period of time, although "losing" yourself will not make you fall into the bottomless abyss all of a sudden, when every little thing in life reminds you of what you have lost, even a word or a sentence will make you feel lost. You are so lonely that you burst into tears.

My second uncle once deeply understood the feeling of making mistakes. When it comes to my second uncle, no one feels sad and sorry for him. He said: "It is usually only after fifty years that one realizes that losing parents and children is the greatest tragedy in life."

Three years ago, both grandparents passed away. As the youngest of the family, my second uncle, He had been doted on since he was a child, and the night his grandparents passed away, he knelt all night, his eyes swollen from crying.

For a long time afterwards, my second uncle could not bear the fact that they had passed away. He would often go to the house where his grandparents slept and stay there all night.

I heard from my second uncle that my grandma was 35 years old when she gave birth to him. She almost died in order to give birth to him. But when he was a child, he was ignorant. Neighbors 2 said that his grandma had "big buck teeth." He also laughed at her, for fear that the children would not play with him. He even blamed her for having big buck teeth. .

As the saying goes, "A son does not think his mother is ugly, and a dog does not think his family is poor." When my second uncle became wise, he realized that his questions and complaints when he was young had broken his mother's heart, but her mother never took it to heart or blamed him.

I remember one time, my second uncle was disobedient and started fighting with others outside. He is almost 30 years old, and he is still disobedient. His angry brothers and sisters don't want to care about him. But only the grandparents asked others to buy train tickets. Two old men in their sixties sat on hard seats for more than 20 hours to go to the city where the second uncle was, just to see whether the second uncle was seriously injured. Seriously, worried about whether anyone can take care of him.

I heard that when my second uncle saw the second elder who couldn’t straighten his legs at the bus station, he knelt down and vowed to find a job and respect his elders when he returned to his hometown.

If it weren’t for his grandparents, my second uncle might have been wandering outside for the rest of his life, helpless and childless.

My grandparents are over eighty years old, and my second uncle knows better than anyone that they will leave sooner or later. But even though everyone knows that this is an irreversible fact, when that day comes, it is still an unacceptable pain in our hearts.

“When parents are here, there is still a place to come in life; when parents are gone, there is only a way back in life.” In this world, parents' love for their children is the most selfless. When we are young, we are the darlings of our parents. When we grow up, we become adults and have children of our own. Our family becomes the object of support for others. But in the eyes of our parents, we are still children and the people they care about the most. .

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be loved." Knowing that we will experience the death of our parents, we should give them more companionship in the limited time.

Time has not given my second uncle more tolerance because of the death of my grandparents. Just the second year after her grandparents passed away, my second uncle's daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. The doctor said there was no hope of treatment and she could only go home. Eat whatever you want and go wherever you want. Don't waste the rest. time.

The second uncle’s daughter was not married yet. The second uncle took the only 50,000 yuan left in the family and took a set of wedding photos with his daughter. He took his daughter to the city she most wanted to visit and saw The view she most wanted to see.

In the end, when my second uncle’s daughter passed away, none of us saw her.

I heard from the second aunt that she died in the arms of the second uncle, with a smile on her face and not too many regrets.

Due to the shock of the death of his grandparents, the second uncle's hair, which was already half white, turned completely white overnight due to the death of his daughter.

The second uncle said that if he did not have a younger son, his life would only be considered alive after the death of his daughter, without any hope. But because they still have a young son, they can only persevere. Their responsibilities always remind them as husband and wife that they cannot fall down or give up.

What kind of pain is it to "a person with black hair gives a gift to a person with black hair"? If you have never truly understood it, you will never be able to empathize with it.

Writer Ye Guangqin mentioned the story of Zeng Zhou in "Qinling Mountains in the Eyes of a Writer". Zeng Zhou was a college student in the Biology Department of Peking University in the 1980s. He accidentally fell from a cliff while going out for investigation, but was rescued.

On his anniversary, Zeng Zhou’s father, who graduated from Tsinghua University, came to visit him from his hometown. His father sat in front of Zeng Zhou's tombstone and sat silently all morning.

Before Zeng Zhou’s father left, he shouted to the mountain: Zhou Zhou, dad is gone. Dad is old and will never see you again.

In fact, losing yourself is not terrible. What is terrible is that you have lost something and have no chance to start over.

When we are over fifty and middle-aged, all we want is that our parents are still here, so that we still have the opportunity to be filial; but that our children are safe, have a job, and a family. It is possible to be happy and content.

Keren’s life will be unsatisfactory nine times out of ten. Life is precious, but it is also fragile and powerless. Throughout our lives, we grow up in the process of losing our loved ones from time to time. Feel the joy of the world, experience the great pain, understand the joys and sorrows of this life, and then continue to grow.

The dead are gone, but the living are like this. Time will not dilute everything, it will only bury everything. Facing the tragedy of losing a loved one, the only thing we learn is to be strong. You can be sad, but you can't prevent crying. But after this, we should find a way to get better, fight bravely in the air, even if it is for the people we lost, and we should live this life well.

I believe that the only wish of those who passed away is to see the happiness of the living. In order for them to feel at ease, we must take good care of ourselves in the remaining days.

Cherishing yourself is the best response to missing someone who has passed away.