Simply put, life is completely incapable of taking care of itself.
The hospital informed the family that the doctor's responsibilities had been fulfilled, and asked the family to go through the discharge procedures as soon as possible.
My grandmother has four daughters, and the diligent and capable aunt and the shrewd and frugal second aunt have a huge disagreement on how to deal with her grandmother. The aunt felt that she should take her grandmother home and live there, and the nurses and daughters took turns to take care of her. The second aunt believed that taking care of her grandmother was too expensive in both money and energy, and she should be sent to a nursing home, where someone will take care of her.
Even though all of us thought that my grandmother would not live for a year and a half, the second aunt's attitude still refreshed our three views.
My third aunt and my mother were not people who like to be masters since they were young. Therefore, with the support of our juniors, the aunt won. Take home.
In order to take care of my grandmother, I went back to my hometown with my cousin and cousin-in-law who lived in Shanghai with my aunt and my two-year-old nephew. My mother is in charge of laundry, grocery shopping and cooking, and my aunt is in charge of eating, drinking and serving my grandmother around the clock.
Here is the grandmother who is paralyzed on the bed, talking to the air every day, and occasionally using the toilet as a washbasin, and there is the little nephew who runs around the floor and learns the basics of the iPad in ten minutes. For the first time in my life, I realized what the alternation of life is.
Mr. Holmes was so clever that he could tell who a man was, where he came from, and where he was going, just by looking at him. Whether or not Dr. Watson writes his story into a story, whether he wears a deerstalker hat or not, whether he smokes a cigar or a pipe, whether he doesn't live at 221B Baker Street, he is a legend.
Life is full of legends, but legends are not life itself.
The 93-year-old Mr. Holmes is old-fashioned, and the diary given by the doctor is full of circles representing the number of times of forgetting. For 30 years, he kept bees drinking royal jelly in an attempt to delay aging. Later, he traveled all the way to Japan, because he heard that there is a magical pepper there that can slow down the speed of memory decline and let him maintain the efficient thinking of his youth.
He looked like every dying old man was afraid of death, but it wasn't death that really enveloped him, it was long-term loneliness.
This loneliness appears in the form of two figures, a man and a woman.
Thirty years ago, Mr. Holmes was entrusted with following a woman whom his husband called the curse of the glass harp. He discovered the woman's suicide attempt in time and persuaded her to return to her husband. However, he misjudged, the woman poured out the poison in front of him, turned around and chose to end her life by lying on the rails.
At the same time, Mr. Holmes' brother Mycroft introduced him to a young Japanese man who decided to settle in England to serve the royal family, so he needed to send a letter to his family explaining the situation. At the suggestion of Mr. Holmes, the young man told his wife and children that he would not return home. This letter changed the fate of a family. The young son studied hard, he mastered English fluently, and pretended to be a fan of Mr. Holmes to communicate with him, inviting him to pick the magic pepper in Japan, in order to find out what Mr. Holmes was right What the father said, prompted the father to abandon himself and the mother.
The key messages of both events were forgotten by Mr. Holmes, not because of years, but because of inner resistance.
Geniuses are lonely, and young Mr. Holmes enjoyed his loneliness.
When he lost his children, then lost his hobbies, and finally was completely disappointed in his marriage, when a woman who had fallen into boundless loneliness invited him to share his loneliness, he felt stinged. He did not admit that his loneliness was negative, and he refused a A two-way rescue. In the end, the woman died.
When the Japanese youth found him, he was sure that loneliness could make both father and son grow up. In the end, the child did grow into a man who looked good to outsiders, but his heart had decayed prematurely.
Loneliness is a shell that looks extremely solid, but is actually broken with a poke, and inside it contains a soft heart that longs to be loved and needed.
And so the figure standing opposite to Mr. Holmes, the youngest son of the housekeeper, appeared.
He is naughty and curious. He pesters Mr. Holmes every day to continue writing stories, accompanies Mr. Holmes to take care of the bees every day, and even tries to investigate the mysterious death of bees under the influence of Mr. Holmes. In this world where either Holmes should wear a deerstalker hat and smoke a pipe, or he wishes he could start a new life sooner rather than later, an ordinary child has become the last savior of Mr. Holmes' life.
He frankly expressed his love and concern for his children, and he finally admitted the mistakes and pretentiousness in his life. He also began to appreciate his brother, Dr. Watson, and Mrs. Hudson for their care and help. , he left the estate to the steward and his son, inviting them to spend their final years with him.
Now, he finally no longer fears death.
In the mouth of my aunt, my grandmother is a legend in our family. In order to take care of her sick grandfather, illiterate mother, and five younger siblings, my 18-year-old grandmother married my grandfather, a young military officer who came to our small town with the liberation war team. At the age of 19, she went directly from the mahjong table to the hospital to give birth to her aunt. Relying on the large-scale nationwide campaign to eradicate illiteracy, my grandmother learned to read and write, and she also learned the ability to account. In her spare time, she also makes some snacks and sells them on the street. In this way, grandpa and grandma supported a large family in the most difficult days.
The grandmother, who never bowed her head in everything, lived to 80 and did not give up to compete with God. A few short months later, my mother called me and said that your grandmother can now eat and go to the toilet by herself. When I came home for the New Year, she could eat five beef buns for breakfast. Looking at the energetic appearance of an old man and a snack, I believe that life can really nurture each other.
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