Is there any good eulogy for grandpa?

I'd rather believe that this is still your joke. Because you are so playful, almost everyone has been fooled by you, but everyone still likes you so much, because no matter where you are, there are laughter and jokes. I'd rather believe my sister's words, and you're joking with everyone. "Grandpa Wencheng died and was cremated today."

I still remember you going out to sea with my father, having tea together and discussing where there are a lot of fish ... that year, your boat was overturned by a fireboat and my father saved you. That night, you drank a lot, said the most grateful words in your life, and then became best friends. I became your favorite granddaughter.

Those past events should have been forgotten because they are so long ago. Your departure has opened my old memories, about the sea, about Grandpa Wencheng and about my father. It seems that in my heart, you are the symbol of the sea, just like my father, or the sea is your symbol. Brave, strong, not afraid of wind and rain, is a man with indomitable spirit in my mind. How can a sea like a god die? It should be eternal.

When I grew up, I learned about birth and death, but I never experienced that kind of pain. When it came, I was even unprepared. I still can't believe the strong shock. I think you just left us for a while. When I go home, I will still see you and your father talking and laughing over tea, right?

But you always left, left mother-in-law Wencheng, left two beautiful aunts, and us. I think everyone will see you off at the funeral.

I hope you will still live a happy life in heaven.