The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the Middle Yuan Festival.
In our hometown in Jiangxi, this is a very important festival. To make "plantain rice fruit" to worship deceased relatives, to burn paper money for relatives who go to another world, etc., a series of very ritualistic worship activities.
Grandma attaches great importance to this festival every year, and she will make worships for her parents, make the food they liked before they died, burn paper money for them, and talk about their thoughts to the incense.
"Meatballs" that my grandmother and I both loved
And this year's Mid-Yuan Festival, Grandma can't do this, Grandma died suddenly last winter
With kids during the day, it was noisy and noisy. No matter what expression I have on the surface, my heart is full of sorrow.
When the children were asleep, the strong mourning was pouring out, and I missed my dear grandmother deeply.
On November 23 last year, I was discharged home from the hospital after giving birth. In the evening, dad and I had a video call, and grandma happened to come to dad. I suffered a lot during my hospitalization, and many times I wanted to video call my grandmother, complain to my grandmother, and lie to her. Every time Grandma was not at home, she was stunned and did not talk about the sky.
Maybe God took care of me, on the night of discharge, my grandmother just appeared when my father and I videoed, full of smiles, energetic chat with me, look at the baby, and say a lot of blessings to me.
No one ever expected that Grandma, who was in such a good state of mind, would suddenly leave on the afternoon of November 24.
When the bad news came, I couldn't believe that the people who had been chatting with me the night before suddenly said they were leaving?
When Dad called and said he had dressed Grandma, he had to believe this hard-to-accept fact. The pain of tearing the heart and lungs spread through every cell of the body, and at that time, according to the knife edge of the caesarean section, sitting on the toilet and crying, the heart-rending lungs...
My grandmother has accompanied me for thirty years, and for me she is a teacher and a friend and an elder.
Growing up taking care of me, I can remember sleeping with my grandmother, my grandmother cooking for me to eat, my grandmother sewing clothes for me, my grandmother washing my clothes, my grandmother catching snacks for me... Every bit is like a movie in my head. When I was naughty, my grandmother would also educate me harshly, but no matter how she beat me and scolded me, I could feel the warmth of her love for me. I don't know why I was absolutely sure that my grandmother loved me very much, more than my mother.
Adolescent rebellious, many things do not tell my mother, but will definitely open their hearts, lean on grandma's knees, and tell grandma about their hearts.
After marriage, facing the trivialities of married life, when you can't find the answer, you can always find the answer to the problem. Grandma's wisdom and experience will always guide me to bravely move forward.
Grandma was so fond of children that in the years since I became a stay-at-home mom, I've taken my kids home once or twice a year for a longer stay. I am really thankful for that time, which makes me a little less regret now.
During the time we lived together, I would wash her hair, and when I used the conditioner, my grandmother would ask me mischievously what it was, and explain the effects of the conditioner while massaging her. Slippery after washing, she was very happy. Always praise the development of the times and the convenience and enjoyment brought to life. Then Grandma started talking about the hard years she had experienced before.
In fact, those things, Grandma has said countless times. I am a person who does not like to listen to nagging, but I don't know why I like to listen to my grandmother, I don't tire of listening to her, and every time I listen to it, I will cherish my current life more. I also have more strength to face my problems, can I not be sad in that era when I can't eat enough?
When I bathed my grandmother, she would complain that my mother did not wipe carefully, and would praise me for being patient, and I would spit on my grandmother's water temperature every time, that temperature was really not the usual high, I couldn't get started, it was my grandmother herself who wet the towel and handed it to me.
Grandma said that the temperature was not high to stop the itching of the skin, so I would always give Grandma a moisturizing moisturizer and tell her that the itchy skin was caused by the loss of moisture from the skin. Grandma would say that there is still culture is good, it turns out that this is the case. After applying wetting, I will tell me on the phone that this really works, and it will not itch when it is applied. Then the next time I came home, I found that Grandma still liked to use very hot water.
My grandmother, who was nearly ninety years old in front of me, was like a very happy child, always smiling and squinting to share her snacks with me. Most of those snacks were bought by other grandchildren. I think every time I buy her those snacks, she also shares them with other old partners.
Every detail of getting along was in my head, but Grandma was really gone.
The thought of Grandma will always be there, and may she be well over there.
It was late at night, and if Grandma knew, she would have to blame me for staying up late.
When I miss my grandmother, I make a meatball and light a stick of incense