(Repost) "What if I Die"

I am happy to discuss this issue with my underage children: What will you do if I die? If you die, I will die too! said the child excitedly. He was 6 years old when he said this. I saw that his face turned red when he said this, and he was very excited and angry. First, he is angry that such a question exists; second, he is angry that this question must be answered and is always asked; third, he knows that his mother will die and there is nothing he can do. I believe he is telling his true thoughts. If I die, he really can't live anymore. But I know that if I die, he will not die. He was unable to face life alone, but he was also unable to realize death. Such questions are always repeated, which makes the child very angry and excited every time. Every time I see the children's helplessness and desperation when faced with this problem. One day, at breakfast, I asked this question again to the child who was eating meat buns. His answer turned out to have changed significantly. I said, what will you do if I die? He said, I will carry your body wherever I go. When I said this, I calculated that he was 12 years old. I analyzed the child's words and compared them with his answers six years ago: He did not plan to die with me, or he had given up the idea of ​​dying with his mother. So, in this world, besides his mother, he already has other attachments. But he still couldn't let go of his attachment to his mother, so he said he would carry her mother's body. In doing so, he loses nothing. At the same time, he was able to bear the burden of life on his own, and at the same time, he still had the strength to bear the death of his mother. A few years later, one day while having dinner, I asked him this question again. I said, son, what will you do if your mother is dead? He said, I carry your ashes with me every day, put them in a pocket, and I carry them on my back. After listening to the child, I started to calculate how old he was? He should be 14 years old. I analyzed the child's words and compared them with his answers from two years ago: He found a more labor-saving and convenient way to carry his mother. He has given up my flesh and left my bones. When he was 14 years old, he understood that it was childish to carry a corpse all day long, but he couldn't live without me, so he wisely chose to carry the part of me that could be easily crushed and packaged without decay. Later, I decided not to ask this question again. Because I found that this question that was designed to stump him could no longer stump him. He is becoming more and more capable of dealing with this childhood problem. Four years later, he turned 18. I can answer this question for him: Son, my dear son, what will you do if your mother dies? My son said four years later, "Mom, do you like the Longxiang Cemetery in Jiangnan?"