Posted 2017-09-14 4:44 PM (#123593 - in reply to #123575) Subject: RE: Chia Buồn Muộn đến Thuần Tâm
Cám ơn anh Mão và anh chị bạn.
Những ngày cuối ông nội không ăn uống và nói được gia đình rất buồn nhưng gia đình mừng ông rất minh mẫn. Ông còn sức cầm cây bút để viết vài câu nhắc nhủ các con cháu và viết nhắc bài thiền ca ông thích. Cảnh đẹp đó làm Thầy, anh Thuần, Tâm và tất cả con và cháu cảm động lắm, ứa nước mắt. Suốt đời ba với cây bút cho đến ba tại bệnh viện ba còn minh mẫn sáng tác bốn câu thơ ba cố gắng đọc cho con cháu nghe.
Ông nội sống khỏe và tuổi thọ chắc cũng nhờ ông yêu thơ văn.
Bài thơ cuối ông sáng tác viết cách nay vài tháng với tiêu đề “Bài thơ lưu bút Vinh danh tuổi thọ” .
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Hy hữu xưa nay há phải chơi
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Sống trọn kiếp người trên cõi thế
Phải chăng mọi sự ở nơi trời
Posted 2017-09-22 5:50 PM (#123607 - in reply to #123575) Subject: RE: Chia Buồn Muộn đến Thuần Tâm
October 30, 2016
97 Years and Counting
“Live life to the fullest.” A quote that pops up every now and then. A quote that every individual needs to apply themselves to… including me. It did not matter if the quote was enunciated by a motivational speaker or if it was typed with cursive font to be placed in front of a beach scenery. The five words always gave the same message regardless of how the message was sent. It was an important message. But I was not that person who grasped the understanding of this message through a speech or a desktop wallpaper. The meaning that played behind the quote did not click until I saw the quote-- not through words, but through the actions of an impactful person in my life. Expressing this quote through life actions may not be the easiest, as there are barriers that cannot be avoided. But one person has proved to me that age, being impossible to avoid as life flows like an endless hour-glass, does not play a part in making life a treasure of gold.
It was eight in the morning when my grandfather walked downstairs to begin his new day. A day that he was going to value like any other day. I was sitting by the kitchen table pouring cornflakes into my cereal bowl as he gave me the warmest smile and morning regards. He then walked slowly toward the window to open the shades and allow sunlight to pour onto the kitchen floor. He liked it when his house became illuminated by naturally-produced light. I took a seat in my chair and continued watching the slow and soft movements of my grandfather. He planted himself at the center of the kitchen, facing the sun that was making its way to the apogee of the sky. All of sudden, he squatted to his knees, and he moved his arms in a circular motion. He counted “one, and repositioned his body. I almost choked after I took a gulp of my cereal and milk. Not because it was amusing, but it was unusual to see my grandfather doing something during a time of day when most elderly would just be knitting or reading. He did it again. Squatted, circled his arms, counted “two”, and repostured. He did it continuously without any deep exhales. I had no clue when he was going to stop, and I began to worry whether he was going to feel a sore or cramp in the middle of his workout. “ Fifty.” he said smiling and stopping to see my reaction. Oh, thank goodness he is done! Assuming that he was ready to prepare his morning oatmeal, I stood up to grab a bowl and spoon from the dishwasher. After fifty squats, it seemed like he would be exhausted and needed to rest. But before I could ask him whether he preferred milk or water, he started counting. I turned to see him doing his squats again. My grandfather was not done! “66...67...68...” he said without the slightest sound of breath. No words really came out of me. He was exercising and did not desire to stop. He kept going and rested after every interval of fifty squats and arm circles. He was not bothered by the fact that he looked like a bird that landed repeatedly. He was not worried about being breathless or facing the aftermath of such an exercise. The important thing was that he felt happy about it. He smiled throughout the exercise, not letting another squat make him smile any less. He appreciated the fact that he was still able to walk down the staircase by himself and perform a healthy routine every morning. My grandfather knew that he still had the ability to do squats and arm circles-- movements that would be difficult for a typical elder to execute. The thought triggered him to keep doing them for as long as he could handle it-- as long as he enjoyed it.
Posted 2017-09-22 5:52 PM (#123608 - in reply to #123575) Subject: RE: Chia Buồn Muộn đến Thuần Tâm
Phần bài luận ở trên con gái út của Thuần Tâm viết cho lớp văn. Cách nay khoảng năm cháu viết bài này cũng bày tỏ lòng thương yêu kính trọng ông nội của các cháu. Ngày nay những dòng chữ này các cháu tưởng nhớ đến ông.
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