Some memories must be written down

In my junior year of high school, winter approached my 19th birthday. One night I had nightmares, one nightmare after another, waking up, falling asleep, or nightmares, and the blood in the dream came up from the underground manhole cover, and I was very scared. In the morning, call my mom, no one answers, call my dad... The user you dialed is busy, please dial again later...

The weather was not good that day, it was overcast, I always entered the classroom at the latest, and then shrunk in my position, I was so sleepy, I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying, I just wanted to lie down. Yao Beina died that day, and I know that she participated in the Chinese Good Voice, and the singing was very good, which was a pity. It was my 19th birthday, and the lunar and solar birthdays were on the same day, which was special. Grandpa died that day, and in his memory he was always smiling and squinting, and he was gentle all his life. That day 2015.01.16, it has been 7 years since now...

Finally, I called my mother at night and told her that I had a bad dream, and I was very upset, was something happening at home? Mom said no, let me have a good class, hung up the phone, and then sent me a text message saying that Grandpa had died, she had arrived at the hospital, Dad and Brother were on the train back to their hometown... Oh, it turns out that this is what the dream told me, the mysterious power of the blood is so powerful, it turns out that my grandfather, who always smiles at me no matter how naughty I am, can no longer see, obviously I promised him that he would go back to his hometown in college, and when the time comes, I will go back to see him, at that moment, I was disappointed. The first thing that came to my mind was my dad, because he hadn't seen the last of grandpa, and thinking of this, I lay on the top bunk and cried silently, and sent my dad a long, long text message with my phone, which was later found with the loss of my phone.

Memories are like Pandora's box, and once opened, the sadness in the heart wells up. Family affection is like this, maybe you haven't maintained it for a long time, but when it disappears, the strength and influence that brings you in your heart is subtle. Just like later, I found that my father always cared about my uncle and father-in-law, and when I met a very stubborn old man, I always thought from the perspective of the old man. You think that's his kindness, but I think it's his guilt that grandpa can't make up for.

Recently, I always think of the "peace with the encounter" life motto I wrote in the high school blackboard newspaper, and I am glad that I seem to have experienced no more and no less, after a short time, I recall that I have been on the road defined by myself, impartial, rich in heart, satisfied...