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“Let him keep that will for himself,” he replied angrily, barely controlling his tears.
I thought about how easy it is to say, but how difficult it is to accept, recognize and accept that will. Even doubts about that will arise when you see human tragedies that are difficult to explain. Why that inflicted will is often directed against those who, on the contrary, should enjoy God’s blessing and attention. The saying “God’s ways are unknown” would probably be appropriate here. And then I remembered my family history.
It seems like an exemplary family.
Long before the wedding, fate brought the relatives of the wife, more precisely, the mother-in-law’s family. Ordinary, hard-working, responsible, I would even say exemplary family of the time.
The head of the family worked as an engineer in a large company, his wife in the medical field and raised two children. From the beginning of the relationship with the relatives of the future wife, I was surprised by their unity.
In the family I grew up in, we were more used to everything alone. There was no tradition of celebrating a more serious vacation together, and on the wife’s side, all common vacations and weekends were common. The most surprising thing was that both boys, even when they were older or adults, were often with their parents. They were not ashamed to go out with them to the city, to the park’s beach, to celebrate the holidays.
Many will admit that children ages 16 to 18 are more likely to go for walks without their parents. I have never been drunk in that family, I have not heard barns and I have not noticed any other negative phenomena. Exemplary family. He bought a gingerbread, bought a garden, and they all built a garden house together.
The children, as far as I can remember, were not the best students, but the best. He seems to live, rejoice, good man, children, little wealth … But with the intervention of the will of God, the family began to be persecuted by calamities.
The first tragedy
The old man entered high school, but due to some disagreements with the school administration (brought up in a strong Catholic spirit) he resigned and went to the Soviet army. Being an active athlete, he took him to the air unit.
Just before leaving the service, the guy exceeded his authority and criminal proceedings were initiated. They went about 600 kilometers to the place of service, the parents did not dare to travel in the process, so they asked me to take it.
An additional three years in Lithuanian prison was added to the army, which had almost been completed for two years.
The young man soon returned from the army. For him, the service was carried out without problems and once again the whole family united. Soon the old man got married, had a son, and the young man worked in a good institution. The parents spent most of their free time in the garden, caring for their grandson: joy and peace for all.
His garden was close to the city. Another day, to do small daily tasks, the man rode his bicycle on the country roads. One night he did not return at the usual time. The wife called the police.
“It just came to our attention then. Wait, I’ll be back,” he replied.
He was not the man to sit somewhere, so his wife and children went looking for themselves. He knew the path his father had taken, and he followed it. I found a fallen meadow, I no longer live.
Conclusion – heart attack. As the doctors said, not the first. There were some little survivors who were only there because they never complained, they didn’t go to bed in the hospital, and nobody knew, well, unless maybe a loved one.
The absurd death of the youngest.
It was a great tragedy for both the wife and children, who interacted closely with the father. I’m not sure who was affected, but the old man suddenly turned to the other side a few years later. He sold the garden and the car his father left behind, divorced and became the form of a free and independent man.
I saw him walking in the city. I once asked why you are not going to work.
“What am I, fool? Every morning at 8 p.m. start work, 5 p.m. to finish, pay taxes and wait for the next salary after leaving? I’m free here, “he replied.
After the division of the property, the mother was left with a bottle from one room, where she snuggled with the young man and sometimes accepted the old man for the night.
The young man was a free and single young man, but he had never seen a drunk. Maybe he drank a little, but he had moderation. One day he returned from a friend’s wedding after drinking. Unaccustomed, inexperienced, he fell asleep on his back and choked.
He repeated the names of the men.
Not long ago, the wife buried her husband, now the mother buried the youngest son. And no non-specialist saw that the second loss had a strong effect on his spiritual balance.
Increasingly, she needed attention, it was risky to leave her alone. He went out without closing the door, left the gas on, and so on. My mother-in-law moved in with her and the sisters were now constantly together.
On a cold winter day, the oldest son was admitted to the hospital. Barely restless, without warm clothes, he fled the hospital. In the morning, the man was found frozen in a nearby forest.
When the oldest son was buried, the mother had difficulty understanding what was happening. He asked what he was burying here, then, tearing silently, as if praying, repeating the names of his men.
After this funeral, he immersed himself in a life he understood. There were no physical problems, but without the care of my sister, my mother-in-law.
He did not notice the last funeral.
One day my mother-in-law disappeared. Search again. Calls to hospitals: none. Morge received information that an unrecognized grandmother had been brought in. Even now, the wife remembers the information hanging in the door morgue: “Without the client’s consent, the information is not provided.” I wonder what the customer’s consent is: the one on the shelf?
After explaining the situation, the wife obtained permission to see and it was her mother, my mother-in-law.
The lonely grandmother no longer realized that she was burying her sister. They kept asking what we were doing here and what we were burying, why we were burying, what we would continue to do, etc.
When my mother-in-law left anapiline, my grandmother and my ex-marti took care of my grandmother. There was an opportunity to transfer her to a nursing home for a time.
I remember a doctor telling my wife that her internal organs were healthy, that they were functioning normally, but she criticized this and that. It goes, suddenly falls and does not get up. Impression, as if something fell on her and depressed her. So was the idea that the burden of loss was pressing.
She did not stay in a nursing home for long. Like a loving wife, the mother left her eternal rest for her husbands, obedient to the will of God, and went to them. Are they not simple and worthy people worthy of the will of God? Or perhaps this is really a confirmation of the phrase “the ways of God are unknown.”
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