Half a century of ancestral love

Today's Chongyang Festival, I want to talk about my grandmother. My dear grandmother went to hexi on May 10, 2018 at the age of 98. As the eldest daughter in the family, I have four younger siblings below me, and because my grandmother has a son from my father, I have followed my grandmother since I was a child. I don't feel like I've slept with my mother since I can remember. When I was a child, my grandmother would take a basin for me to pick up urine every night when I was awake, and then every morning when I went to school, my grandmother would make me breakfast. At that time, my family was very poor, and every morning my grandmother cut the tortilla with a knife and mixed it with oil for me to eat. When I went to school, I always got up late on weekends, and my grandmother never cared about me, just gave me hot food when I got up. Then I went to the teacher's training, every time I returned to school during the holidays, my grandmother told me to get up at 5 o'clock in the morning to catch the bus in the town, I remember that at that time, the bus from our town to the county town was only 5:30 a trip, and if I missed it, I had to wait for the next day, and my grandmother woke up several times a night, and when she woke up, she asked me to look at my watch, because she couldn't read. When I was a child, I had asthma, which was the worst in summer and autumn, and my grandmother carried me to the doctor's house in the village every day to get injections, often for a month. My grandmother had a problem not sweating, so she was particularly miserable in the summer, and in her words, it was like roasting on a charcoal stove all day, but even then she held me and let me go. My dear grandmother had a hard life, only my father had one child, and my grandfather died when my father was three years old, and at that time my father had an older sister above him, but this aunt died when she was 10 years old. In other words, the grandmother lost her husband one year and then lost her daughter. Most unfortunately, my grandmother was only 29 years old when she was widowed. She could imagine her suffering in those difficult times. Several of our sisters are considerate of the grandmother's difficulty, so we grew up to love her, especially me and my sister, in our hearts she is closer than the mother, and in the next 30 years or so we try to let the grandmother eat well and dress well, it can be said that the grandmother's old age is very happy. At the end of her life, she was not sick and was truly dying. On the morning of the last walk she drank the tofu brain I bought for her, and then lay down and fell asleep, panting very roughly, I held her hand and watched her swallow her last breath, followed by my aunt (grandmother's niece) to dress her in a birthday coat. Now that my grandmother has been gone for nearly three years, I have only seen her twice in my dreams, and I have never seen her face. Maybe she left without concern, remember to dress her and I said to her, "Grandma, you go to Grandpa, if there is an afterlife, I hope you can grow old with Grandpa." Don't worry about us. "When my grandmother was just gone, I would cry as soon as I thought of her, and I also advised myself that no one would live forever, and she was considered to be a high lifespan." Slowly over time I was able to think of her when I stopped crying. When my grandmother left, my parents suddenly became old people in my heart, and now I can only put my filial piety to my grandmother on my parents, hoping that my parents can be as healthy as my grandmother. In this festival for the elderly, I also wish all the elderly in the world to be old and have a happy and healthy life!