Talking about the feeling of missing grandma's death

Grandma has been dead for many years. I don't know whether the years pass too fast or the age. I always feel that the longer I leave, the deeper my thoughts and the vivid memories of the past.

I remember one day, someone suddenly sent a message saying that my grandmother was ill. I rushed to his house, only to find her lying on a soft bed, pale and weak, with tears in her hazy eyes. Good boy, I'm afraid ... I can't carry it this time. Grandma took my hand and said intermittently. My nose hurts and my tears are falling. "Grandma, you will be fine, you will." I patiently comforted. So clear-headed, should it be okay? I think so. After sitting for a while, I got up and went home. My aunt repeatedly asked me to stay. I said I'd come over when I had time. Unexpectedly, this breakup became my farewell to grandma. I can't believe that life is so short and fragile. There is only a thin line between life and death.

A few days later, grandma arrived at the funeral day, and the hearse pulled her body slowly forward. There was a shrill voice from behind the car, and my uncle and mother were even worse. My heart is tied tightly with a rope, and it hurts to take a step. My mind was in a mess, my body began to lose its center of gravity, and I felt the sky was unusually dark. A feeling of falling into a black hole turned into tears. Grandma, have a nice trip. Everyone who saw you off is praying for you!

I hate myself, slapping my head hard with my hands, but I didn't see through your last side, that kind of entanglement, that feeling of being inseparable from my loved ones, why didn't I cherish that encounter and why didn't I stay for a moment? What I lost was not time or money, but a loved one who once loved and protected myself.

I hate myself. When you feel lonely and need company, I hide and chat with you. I remember when I was a child, I was very ignorant. I often bullied my sister, and my mother beat and scolded you for taking shelter. I remember getting a serious illness when I was a child. You ask my uncle to take me to your house, take medicine and injections, and take good care of me until I fully recover, and then you can safely send me home. I remember your seductive Gua Tian. Every season when melons are ripe, you will ask grandpa to take me to your house and pick the most ripe melons so that I can eat enough at a time. In the evening, you asked me to go to the grass temple in melon land to see melons. I'm always pestering you to tell many ghost stories. When I am afraid, I hide in your arms tightly. Your love makes my aunt jealous, saying that you are partial to your niece and don't care about your grandson.

I remember when I was a child, my family was very poor, and eating and dressing became a problem. You and my uncle sent a bag of flour in the rain. The flour is dry, and people have been soaked through by the rain. I used to remember that every autumn harvest, you came to our house to help my mother unpack and wash the cotton-padded clothes of adults and children. I remember you secretly hiding your mother's poached eggs in our rice bowls. You always say that children grow up after eating, and I have wrinkles after eating! Grandma, I can't finish talking about your love for three days and nights. At this time, I feel that my knowledge is shallow and my words are short, so I can't fully release my nostalgia for my grandmother. The children gradually have their own careers and families. Those who haven't come yet are extremely filial to you, and you have left safely. Your love is selfless, you don't ask for anything in return, but we can't feel at ease in this life!

Although it is said that life and death are unpredictable, only those who have experienced life and death will know the pain of losing their loved ones. Only after experiencing this kind of pain will we cherish the people in front of us more. Don't let filial piety and the absence of relatives become the greatest sorrow of our generation.