The elderly as a leaf. The wind rushes past a leaf is moving tilt, rotation, sinking in space flickering of the day and slept cold brown earth.
Mother said that when his grandfather lost unborn, when his grandfather took toddler, said calling. 3 high school, I studied under the Pensions specialists in the province, 40 km away from home, his grandmother died in the 12th grade, and graduation was not caught in time. Up to now, its only a grandmother.
Grandma was over 90 years now, and every day a haggard, weakened. Before she was with the youngest, after his house and land to buy your house, turn off the road near the business, trade, busy - but older people will need a quiet space, comfort, and is important her caregiver almost 24/24. Children who do well are children younger brother distinction should spend as long as mother where most comfortable and where they live. So is she on in the home. Look mom, and her dad look, new feel many things about life, especially for the elderly ...
The old - fragile leaves, playing with the void between the branches and the ground, leaves, leaf veins have yellowed, etched traces, petiole clinging, clinging loosely to the tree. Just a gust accidentally breaking through the leaves moving tilt, rotation, sinking in space flickering of the day and slept cold brown earth ...

Every weekend for the visit, as she looked increasingly tenuous sense than life.
Her space is mainly on the bed in the room at first floor. Before she even walk again, and each time she was showing her the gym every morning, lying in bed holding hands, raise your legs up and down, count to a hundred plays. Last week she asked: "Who the Kh for less", and if that day sulking what is waiting for her to listen to the new coax. She also believed, for your peace of mind using nail clippers nail clippers for, not to the mother or someone cutting. Sometimes, she still or talk about the old days: She is the daughter of Hanoi original, long-haired, good-looking, so that the grandfather accepted at home, live life as flood. It was a struggle not simple. And finally her love for all he has overcome. She just told, just look out the window, vague and distant memories every corner ...
Now, close her eyes were glassy, not seen again. She will not walk again, not breeze every morning to exercise limbs hundred times. Her Space mere small bed. She or more confused, even the personal autonomy are not, parents should be harder each time.
On visits home, the most peaceful feeling as she looked at her mother for emotional eating rice, or contact your behalf. Despite sitting for so long, ever touch her ​​again finished spoon spoon waiting to contact next, but there are moments of real peace is found. And feel the heavy lifting of thinking about life. How many sorrows, how much hatred, how much love, even as the glory and the bitter, and ultimately wind as well as horizontal and passing clouds, to the late afternoon sun flap feeble attempt to throw up a little warming on life.
And then, above all things love, cherish, appreciate - appreciate the warmth of her little limp before they gradually melt away.
Because every person in my life to live only once.
As in life every man has a family to love.
Because of the existence of his parents is unique - never lose again.
So who then have to go to the fragility of old age ...