"Grandpa, I'm Yang Jing, don't you remember me?" Yang Jing sat on the sofa, holding his grandfather's slightly hard hands, feeling filled with emotion.
This pair of big hands were once the most familiar pair of hands to Yang Jing. Since he could remember, this pair of big hands full of strength and warmth were the pair of hands that appeared most frequently in Yang Jing's memory.
In the small garden in front of the door, at the entrance of the kindergarten, in the antique market, and when catching rabbits in the wild, it was this pair of big hands that held my little hands.
Now, the pair of small hands have grown up, but the big hands that were once full of strength and warmth have gradually shrunk, and the strength that the owner of the small hands once relied on no longer exists...
"Oh, you are Yang Jing?" Grandpa looked at Yang Jing in a daze and said, then a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
Yang Jing felt a little sad. He knew that his grandfather did not recognize him and the smile was more of a courtesy to a stranger.
Since the operation, my grandfather would smile politely whenever he met anyone, as if he remembered everything. But in fact, his memory had been reduced to a level that his family could not bear.
Not to mention myself, my grandpa would not recognize my cousins from my eldest aunt's family and my cousins from my second aunt's family if they didn't come for two weeks. What's worse is that sometimes my grandpa couldn't even recognize his own daughter.
According to my mother, she had her hair cut short in the spring, and when she got home, my father didn’t recognize her anymore…
The uncle brought a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table. "Yang Jing, I remember you didn't seem to drink tea, so I didn't make tea for you."
"Uncle, why are you still being so polite to me?"
"Oh, this is not polite. You have been abroad for two years. Now you finally come home. As your uncle, I have to serve you at least once, right?"
Yang Jing was about to say something when his grandfather next to him spoke up: "It's already half past ten..."
The uncle and Yang Jing looked at each other helplessly, and the uncle said, "Dad, wait a little longer, the meal will be ready soon."
The old man said "Oh", grabbed a cigarette and asked Yang Jing: "Yang Jing, do you smoke?"
Yang Jing waved his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Grandpa, I don't smoke, you can smoke by yourself." As he said that, Yang Jing picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette for his grandfather. The old man took a deep puff and sat aside without saying a word.
"Your grandpa...ah..." My uncle also took out a cigarette and lit it, then looked at the old man and sighed helplessly.
"Since the surgery, your grandpa has only known two things: eating and sleeping. The disease has become more and more serious in the past two years. He usually goes to bed after breakfast at around 8 o'clock and sleeps until about 10:30. After waking up, he starts asking for food. At noon, after a full meal, your grandma needs to take a nap. Your grandpa has slept enough in the morning, but he doesn't sleep much at noon. He gets up after 20 minutes and starts to toss and turn the TV on and off. He can turn the TV on and off five or six times in ten minutes. Look, the previous TV was broken by your grandpa, and this one was just replaced this summer."
After a pause, the uncle took another puff of his cigarette and said, "When your grandma couldn't sleep and got up, your grandpa fell asleep again. He got up around 4:30 in the afternoon and continued to look for food. Nowadays, dinner usually starts at 5 o'clock, and the workers who go to work haven't got off work yet. After dinner, it's not even 7 o'clock in the evening, and your grandpa fell asleep again. He slept until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, and then he got up again to make trouble... Oh..."
Yang Jing shook his head speechlessly. There was really nothing he could do about it. The craniotomy had caused trauma to Grandpa's right frontal lobe, affecting his perception and memory. In fact, even he himself didn't know what he was doing.
However, compared to those patients who died of cerebral hemorrhage or were paralyzed in bed, my grandfather's recovery was a blessing in disguise. Apart from anything else, at least my grandfather can take care of himself now.
"Now the first thing your grandpa does after getting up is to smoke. After finishing a cigarette, he starts looking at the watch and then says to you, oh, it's already half past ten; oh, it's already half past four... The old man doesn't directly say that he wants to eat, he just tells you what time it is, which means to remind you that it's time to cook... Your uncle has hardly left the house in the past two years, and I couldn't even take care of the company's affairs." The old uncle muttered while smoking. It was obvious that he was complaining.
As the saying goes, there is no filial son beside a long-term sick bed. This sentence seems to be a cruel thing, but it is the absolute truth.
Of course, this situation does not mean that if a child ignores the elderly who have been sick for a long time, that would not be filial, that would be a beast. The actual meaning of this sentence is that when a child in a family takes care of a sick elderly for a long time, it is inevitable that he will complain. This is human nature. Even the most filial children will occasionally complain when encountering such a situation.
But even if you complain, you still have to take good care of yourself.
My uncle did a pretty good job on this point.
Before my grandfather fell ill, my uncle ran an industrial and trade company with his own factory in the south. The products produced were shipped to the north for sale. He also supplied directly to some large food factories through bidding and other procedures, and his profits have always been good.
But when my grandfather fell ill, my uncle was busy taking care of the old man and paid little attention to the company, so that now his company is half-dead and can barely survive.
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