This morning received a call from my father, saying that my grandmother passed away, simply packed my bags, rushed to the high-speed rail station, waiting for the results of nucleic acid testing, thinking a lot, I am a child without a grandmother, for some reason, I call my grandmother on both sides, every time my parents take me to see my grandmother, the old man likes it, the affectionate nickname, the call over and over again, really makes me a little shy, and I still remember it vividly.
Grandparents have been fishing outside for many years, when I was in elementary school, the old man often carried some dried fish for me, and I was picky eaters at that time, talking very directly, saying that I would not eat if I did not eat, and now that I think about it, I do not care about the feelings of the elderly.
I grew up living on the other side of the river, every time I came, the old man tried to satisfy me, afraid that I did not eat this and did not eat that, as far as possible to give us love, after growing up, I looked at my grandmother is not a lot, every time I came to see, I can not forget the grandmother's reluctant eyes, every time I say goodbye to my grandmother, the old man always leaves me to rest for another night or eat and then go, and even sometimes she will cry, we grow up, farther and farther away from grandma, busy starting a family, busy earning money, sometimes there has never been a phone, alas!
On the third day of the new year, I visited my grandmother, my aunt called out in front of the bed, the eldest grandson came to see you, I grabbed my grandmother's hand, I could feel her holding me very tightly, grandma knew I was coming, but grandma would never speak again, would never leave me dried fish again, would never send me again......... [Tears]
Talking with grandpa in the corner, grandpa told me that grandma came to the old Wang family at the age of 13, married after 5 years, grandma was older grandpa for a few months, supported to old, wind and rain for decades, speaking of this, I saw grandpa with tears in his eyes, he couldn't give up his wife, and now grandma is gone, I also hope that grandpa can, want to open some, and have a good life after the past.
I wrote these just to commemorate my grandmother, a kind old man. #深圳头条 #
