In this post, I will tell You a story in which a lot of people will find their selves, and the story is about unconditional love that we all are receiving from our parents.
He was the best host. The first in the village. He married a woman when he was still very young. Five children were born. Three sons and two daughters that they love so much.
Good and honorable family. They worked as hard as everyone else in some happy-unhappy times. A lot, hard, honest, and honorable. One by one, the children were sent to the world, to schools, to the colleges. The house becomes empty.
Children nowhere and the job is the same. It passed over their spine a load of five, just as much as that hearth rocked them.
People told them: “Reduce your job, sell meadows and cattle, give a little, You can’t do it alone, and a woman can’t do it anymore. Live through this little thing that has been left without hair, rakes, husbands, dairies, and barns. ” to do.
With their cracked hands, they paid for some student rooms in the capital, the first foundations of their children’s houses, raised their roofs, married, married … The children lived some of their lives …
… and forgot them. No matter that parent love is unconditional…
They were left alone, somewhere up on the top of the mountain. They sent their children cheese and cream by bus … every bucket and slice filled with tears.
Each and everyone should have remembered them … that they are worse, still alive … That they are well, that they need nothing but them … their heads and smiles, their love, invitations, letters … None of the five of them noticed that strange salinity of cheese from their mother and father … Each mourned and oversalted with sadness, lack, and loneliness.
The woman unfortunately died one September morning. In the middle of the house, her heart broke. She dropped her soul right where she gave her soul.
My husband is left alone. He looked at the walls, evoked the children’s squeal and joy, the woman’s smell of bread, and her warm eyes. The silence tore at his chest. At night, he would sit for a long time on the baseman of an empty house … He looked at the sky … The pictures were moving … Only with them did he break the silence that crept into his heart and soul.
He got sick … Three sons and two daughters. They began to move him, from one to the other. He bothered everyone. His daughters-in-law quarreled with his sons because of him … The same could not happen to his daughters … They broke him alive, so sick … Every time they packed his bag for someone else’s … they broke his soul. His, high-spirited, big one …
They broke his fingers with which he lifted them all, the spine with which he finished their schools and made houses, his eyes had long since gone blind looking over the hill, would he not see the character … at least one of them five … to come to him. He left his daughter’s house with that damn bag, again. The little granddaughter flew into his arms, hugged him tightly and started crying.
“Don’t tulips … don’t grandpa …”
“I’ll see you soon, won’t I?” You’re coming to us again, Mom, right? Mom?”
How many furrows he had on his face, there were lilac tears down each one … A trembling beard shook them, and his eyes … mild … blue … blurred … He hugged tightly: “We won’t see each other again. Be good … and don’t forget your grandfather. “
She was looking at his stepmother, her back bent, her step pausing, heavy, too heavy …
There was a granddaughter left, no air, no voice … the grandfather’s tears stuck to his face for the words “we won’t see each other again” … He knew … that he would leave soon … not with one of his five children … .but to a better world … where there is room for it.
They took him to a nursing home … He died alone, sick, abandoned … All his arms and spine withstood for his children … but his heart … his heart could not stand … He broke one night … in some dull room, abandoned by all. Last words …: “Let only my children be well” … He held the nurse’s hand … while he was letting go of his soul … the last tear was shedding in this world. And in it 10 hands, and none in his.
