After my mother left, my father became the home for my mother. If I didn't visit her every now and then, I would always feel that something was missing. I didn't need my father to say or do anything. As long as I saw my father sitting there, I would feel that I had something to rely on and feel extra at ease.
It's a pity that my father left my life forever less than a year after my mother left. After sending my father away, standing in a home without my parents, my heart felt like it had been hollowed out, and nothing could be used to fill it. Everything became empty.
For a long time, I felt sad every time I mentioned my parents. One time, the eldest daughter woke up in the night and said that she dreamed of her grandparents. They walked forward together, but in response to her cry, her grandparents only looked back and smiled, without stopping at all.
Listening to my daughter's words, I tossed and turned and stayed up half the night. Unexpectedly, when I spoke to my little daughter at home the next day, I said that she also dreamed of her grandparents last night. The little daughter grew up with her grandparents and has a deep affection for her grandparents. In the dream, her grandparents told her to study hard and live a good life.
At that moment, my eyes filled with tears, and I suddenly realized that I should not continue to be depressed like this. Although my parents are far away, I can write stories about my parents, relive the happy time with my parents, and let my parents live in my memory forever. So I picked up paper and pen that day and wrote this short article.
The dead are no longer nostalgic, but the living are always concerned about them. There are many regrets in the world. Although remembering the past is futile, it carries heavy thoughts.
Intention: Time flies, cherish the present moment