It turns out that grandpa is such a powerful person

Grandpa should be watching me in heaven.

Grandpa passed away just as spring arrived, at the age of 74.

A few years ago, when my grandpa passed away, I cried a lot in the dormitory when I was still in high school.

A few days after the winter vacation and just a few days after school started, my mother called me. She spoke very strangely on the phone. My mother, who is always crisp and clear-cut, is not usually like this. I had an unknown premonition in my heart. After my repeated questioning, my mother told me that my grandpa was very seriously ill. I'm afraid... I took the phone away from my ear. I didn't want to hear what was coming next. I didn't want to believe it. Everything happened so suddenly. I obviously started school at home. Grandpa was very good when he left. I hung up the phone and my mind went blank. I didn’t believe this was true. I wanted to cry, but it felt like something was stuck in my throat. I didn’t cry. My strong consciousness told me, Grandpa must be fine and will be fine. I felt as if I had lost my mind, and all I could think about was my grandpa. I immediately booked a ticket, I wanted to go home, and I had to see my grandpa. I was so panicked that I almost got on the wrong high-speed train. Perhaps by God’s will, I stepped on At the high-speed rail gate, I realized that I got on the wrong train. I couldn't waste a minute. There was only one thing in my mind. I saw my grandpa. I transferred from high-speed rail to train. After many twists and turns, at eight o'clock in the evening, I got off the train and came to pick me up. It was my aunt's brother. He asked me why you came back. I didn't say anything. My brother asked in a surprised tone: "You know everything?" I still didn't say anything. My brother said that grandpa wouldn't tell me because he was afraid that I would worry. , afraid of delaying my study. I remained silent, my throat was so sore that I couldn't speak, and the tears couldn't help but flow down. I gritted my teeth and persisted without crying. I still believed that there would be a miracle that Grandpa would be fine and would be fine. I got off the car and ran to my grandfather in one breath. I didn’t cry. My grandfather’s brothers and sisters were all around him. My grandfather was lying weakly on the bed and breathing heavily. I could feel my grandfather’s pain from his face. . I grabbed my grandpa's hand and told him that I was back. Although my grandpa was unconscious, a smile appeared on his face. I told him that he would be fine soon. You must take good care of yourself. I made up a reason. I didn't want grandpa to let him go. Go and think about it. I told my grandpa that school was on holiday and I happened to come back to see you. Grandpa said in vague words "boil eggs", "make millet porridge" and "bake fried pancakes". I held back my tears and said : "It's all done, don't worry." The things my grandpa said are my favorite things to eat. Every time I go to school, my grandpa will make a lot for me to take with me. It was very difficult for grandpa to say every word. I asked grandpa to have a good rest. I walked out of grandpa’s house. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I squatted on the ground and started crying. I didn’t believe this was true. Even though grandpa was still there a few days ago, Okay, stand at the door and take me to school. I stood up, wiped away my tears, walked into the house again, and sat next to my grandfather, who was asleep. At ten o'clock, grandpa suddenly gasped heavily. He raised his hand as if to pick up something, and turned over. Grandpa's hand suddenly fell down. All the relatives sitting next to him gathered around me. I felt completely lost. My soul is the same. I don’t believe that my grandpa is gone. My relatives are busy making many preparations for the funeral. I stand a few steps away from my grandpa in a daze. I suddenly realize that I don’t have a grandpa anymore. Grandpa will never be there again. Back. I burst into tears. Grandpa was lying on the bed very peacefully, just like he had fallen asleep just now. I still had many things to say to Grandpa, and Grandpa would never hear me again...

Grandma passed away When I was young, my grandfather raised four children by himself. When I was a child, because my parents were busy at work, my grandfather always took me with me and brought me up. When I was a child, I lived with my grandpa. He doted on me very much. He was not very good at cooking, but he always made meals that I liked and gave me toys to play with. I am also very sensible. I never cry or make trouble. I listen to my grandpa very much. When grandpa does farm work, I will help him. Grandpa will smile and praise me. I like to see grandpa’s smile, which is very warm. The reason why I always ate the food cooked by my grandfather when I was a child is that I especially like to eat the pancakes made by my grandfather. Many pancakes I have eaten are not as delicious as the pancakes made by my grandfather. When I go to school, I usually can't eat the fried pancakes made by my grandpa. Every time I go home during holidays, I always eat the pancakes baked by my grandpa for the first meal. I feel very happy. Later, I was admitted to university, which was far away from home, and I rarely went home.

During the winter vacation of my sophomore year, I boarded the train home as happily as ever. When I got home, I found that my grandpa was already waiting for me at the Cuntou intersection. I was very happy to see my grandpa. I supported my grandpa and walked home slowly step by step. , when I came back this time, I felt that my grandpa was much older again. Grandpa also told me that time is not forgiving, and I feel that every day is getting worse. I told grandpa that you should take good care of your body, take good care of yourself, and work hard every day. I am happy. When I make money from work, I will definitely buy a lot of good things for my grandpa. Grandpa always says with a smile that he hopes that you will all become talented and live a happy and beautiful life, and grandpa will be satisfied. During the Spring Festival, the whole family was reunited. Grandpa, who was sitting next to me and warming up by the fire, suddenly stood up and asked me, "Would you like to eat pancakes?" I'll make some for you. My grandfather is 73 years old and his hands and feet are no longer strong. I could have said "no" but I said "ok" anyway. My family members thought I was ignorant, and I also felt that I was ignorant. But when I saw my grandpa sitting alone by the fire, looking empty, I thought that maybe I would never be able to eat the pancakes she made for me again. So when grandpa groped his way into the kitchen, I followed him in, took out my camera, and took pictures one by one. "There are so many dishes, why do you insist on eating this pancake?" No one understands me. I said to myself in my heart: "I have eaten so many pancakes made by grandpa in my life, but this is probably the last time I will make them. I am afraid that I will never be able to eat pancakes made by grandpa in the future. I took the hot pancakes I took a photo of the fragrant pancakes. I didn’t expect it to be the last time I ate grandpa’s pancakes...

In the evening, my relatives and friends at home were keeping vigil, and I stayed with my grandpa. I listened to what Grandpa said for a long time. I saw that Dad was very calm and I didn’t dare to ask him if he was crying. I thought he might be like Lidshan’s father in 1988, who would cry until he couldn’t bear it after enduring everything. Slowly, my mood stabilized, and I felt full of remorse, guilt, and regret. Starting from the next morning, many people came one after another.

I met many people I knew. My uncles and uncles were all my father’s friends when I was young. My hometown was far away and it was easy to get lost when driving into the mountains. My father’s eyes were red and he shook hands with them, not knowing what to say. It seemed like I would burst into tears if I said anything more. My father’s friends came to my grandfather’s portrait, kowtowed to each other, and talked about the past. I knelt down and looked at them, and suddenly started crying when they talked about those things back then. The uncles said thank you for their hard work in raising their father. My father was a good man and treated them well. One uncle said thank you to grandpa. He had been to grandpa’s house and eaten the food he cooked. Some people thanked grandpa. When grandpa was young, he always said thank you. He is very enthusiastic about helping others. He is a rural doctor and often treats people for free. No matter how late it is, he always rushes to treat anyone who has a headache or fever. They all say that he is a warm-hearted and good person. Grandpa is so kind to so many people. If he saw so many of his father’s friends coming here for him, he would be very happy. He would be happy that his father had made so many good friends, and he would be happy that he has not been forgotten.

< p> ? I suddenly felt that grandpa was very powerful.

? At lunch, my father toasted to his friends.

? Dad said: I am not sad. My dad had a hard life in the first half of his life, but he lived a good life in the second half. At the age of 74, his life was stable and happy, and he passed away peacefully in the end.

? I thought that when the old man passed away, everyone would be very heavy and sad. In Grandpa's case, I saw more warmth.

The wonderful Grandpa brought everyone together again and returned to the country. What it looked like ten years ago

There is a custom in funerals in my hometown. My father is the eldest son and stands at the front of the queue, holding a photo of his grandfather, followed by our younger brothers and sisters. When the time came, we followed the old man’s instructions to burn incense one by one, walked in line to the entrance of the village, knelt down facing the empty mountains, and listened to the old people mumbling something while pouring soup. It was very windy and chilly in the village at night. Running around. The old man's shouts were layered in the darkness. My uncle said that this way my grandfather would not be hungry and he would be able to find his way home. I couldn't see my father's expression, I could only see his back. Take a few steps and kneel down. Take a few steps and kneel down. I can only think that my father was born here, and my grandfather gave him life and raised him here.

Now that dad is here to see grandpa off again, it can be considered a kind of completion. Looking at my father from a distance, I really want to go over and be by his side. What I lost was my grandfather, and what he lost was his father. For three days, my father was the backbone of the family, arranging everything and occasionally getting red-eyed, but he soon regained his composure. In fact, there were too many things to deal with, many relatives and friends to receive, and no more time to make him sad. Until the end, before seeing grandpa off, the old man in charge read the condolence message that dad wrote to grandpa. As I knelt behind and kowtowed, I gradually couldn't hear clearly what the old man was saying. My father's suppressed crying became louder and louder, almost drowning out the old man's voice. The whole family couldn't hold it any longer and cried together. After reading these words, I will never see my grandfather again. His life is condensed into a 30-minute eulogy. I always thought that grandpa was an ordinary person, but after listening to what my father wrote, I realized that grandpa was really amazing.

Grandpa’s story begins in 1944. He has grown up, had a blind date with his grandma, got married and had children. His grandma passed away early due to an accident. Grandpa relied on the meager income from the family’s small pharmacy to support the whole family. With a family of five, my aunt was forced to drop out of school and work odd jobs to help my grandfather make ends meet, and every step was difficult. Later, whenever he mentioned his aunt, my grandfather always felt guilty. The most difficult time was when my grandfather would not eat anything all day long, leaving everything to his children and starving himself... My father became seriously ill in the middle of the night when he was a child. My grandfather was afraid that my father would not be able to bear it, so he carried his father on his back and walked all night to a town dozens of miles away. I went to the doctor to find a doctor and arrived in town. It was already dawn. My grandfather didn’t say he was tired. I heard my father say that my grandfather’s lips were so chapped that they were bleeding. Seeing that my father’s illness was cured, my grandfather showed a smile on his face.

Every past event is a deep imprint of the person’s growth. Grandpa tried his best to protect the family and exchanged his life for everyone to grow up smoothly.

I rarely saw my father cry when I was so old. When I finally sent my grandfather away, he cried like a child and howled. In fact, even if he were 5 years old again, my dad would never cry like this given his personality. He was going to say goodbye to his father. If you don’t cry, there will be no chance again. Dad is also pretending to be an adult. When Dad was seeing off relatives and friends, I asked Mom: Did Dad cry before? Mom said: In the past few days, except for the last time I cried when I said goodbye to Grandpa, I didn’t cry. I said: That dad is quite strong. Mom said again: I remembered that when he and his mother were alone in another room at home, he cried and told his mother that my father was gone.

After finishing my grandfather’s funeral affairs, it was time for me to go back to school. Before I left, I kowtowed three times to my grandfather. I told him to rest assured that I would study hard and do what he expected. Live well. When I got on the train, I fell into deep thought. There are too many surprises in life. We must cherish every moment and don't let ourselves have any regrets. It is human nature to grow old, sick, and die. We are powerless to change it. The only thing we can do is to cherish and keep beautiful memories.

It turns out that grandpa is such a powerful person...