If you miss grandpa.

Grandpa died, and I have too many thoughts and countless feelings in my heart, so I miss him especially, because he is so kind and loving to you. Please see how I miss my grandfather who just died.

Birth and death, natural law! Don't be too sad, he will feel your filial piety!

My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give too much comfort to my best friend!

Send beautiful flowers to your loved ones in heaven and leave words of blessing. May you be happy.

Life is like this. Wanting to have it but not getting it may make people give up on themselves.

I will always take what my grandfather said to me as the driving force for progress, and I will always miss him.

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Grandpa died almost a month ago, and his voice and smile haunted me, which often kept me awake at night.

Looking at the mountain and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my grandfather. When the mountain is green, my grandfather can sleep there.

In our life, there is a precious thing called "fatherly love". I will always miss the past and my grandfather's love for me.

I dreamed of my grandfather at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown.

Grandpa, you left suddenly that year, and I was very tired and sad, so I went into my dream every night to scratch your face and look for you.

Qingming, this day, tells me how not to burst into tears; On this day, I put my hands together on my knees, so let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!

Looking at grandpa's photos, I sometimes think that youth really passed easily. Suddenly, years make my face grow old, flourish like grass, and wither like grass. Now it is autumn.

Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing and pain of missing. Dreaming in the middle of the night, I can't forget the tears dripping from grandpa's eyes …

Grandpa's eyes sparkled with a deep expectation. This expectation pinned all grandpa's wishes: understanding, being an adult, which is the whole meaning of his life.

I wander alone on the road of life, grandpa, do you know? In my sad and lost days, how helpless I am without your understanding and love!

I know local customs are different, but * * * is the same as expressing grief for the departure of relatives. I can only let him kowtow for me thousands of miles away and enter the wreath-laying circle!

I can't change myself, let myself go with the flow, let myself be hypocritical and indifferent, I don't want to! Even if it is only those ignorant and mature cynicism!

Sometimes, I see others talking and laughing and going shopping with grandpa in town. How envious I am. I was very upset when I saw what Grandpa had carefully selected for my daughter.

Grandpa's eyes sparkled with the greatest satisfaction. This satisfaction is more substantial than his own. This satisfaction is a kind of dedication and a flash of life.

Grandpa is in his thirties, and the heavy burden of life makes him lose his former style prematurely. His rough sallow skin and silver hair make people feel that he is much older than his actual age.

Suddenly I thought, who else in this world has a recipe that I am so keen on? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me?

I have to admit that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined. The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this. Silence is the greatest respect for the dead.