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On Valentine's Day, my grandfather suddenly disappeared, and the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease made people feel anxious. In the evening, the hospital's ** came, saying that there was an old man in a ward, holding a ** sewn on a garment in his hand, and refused to leave. So, we rushed to the hospital. When my mother entered the ward, tears welled up in her eyes. It turned out that my grandmother passed away in this ward. Grandpa stood there stupidly, holding a rose from nowhere. Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered Valentine's Day a few years ago. At that time, I asked my grandfather why he didn't give my grandmother roses, and he smiled and said, "The stupid old lady can't wear roses." ”
Today, the roses in my grandfather's hands make me feel an indescribable sadness. This flower is his deep longing for his grandmother, and it is also a love story that has been smoothed by time. This Valentine's Day, we not only found my grandfather, but also reconnected the lost memories. In the hospital room, my grandfather smiled stupidly, and the roses in his hands seemed to have turned into a bouquet of flowers, blooming between his love memories and grandmother. Mom burst into tears and whispered, "Dad, you've found her." ”
There was a special glint in my grandfather's eyes, as if he had returned to the time when they had experienced happiness and sorrow together. I also felt that special warmth, a tacit understanding that spanned the years. We sat in front of my grandfather's bed and listened to him tell me about my grandmother. That night, there was a warm atmosphere in the ward, as if my grandmother's soul was also around us.
Grandpa suddenly reached out and touched his pocket and took out an old **. They were young, smiling so brightly and full of happiness. Grandpa whispered, "This is where we went on our first date." We were touched by this sudden memory, as if we were transported back to that time when we were young and beautiful.
There was a kind of firmness in my grandfather's eyes, as if he was making a promise to his grandmother: "Silly old lady, this rose is what I brought for you, and I will never leave you in this life." "As night falls, the lights in the wards are extra gentle. Grandpa closed his eyes gently, as if he felt the company of his grandmother. We stayed by his side and quietly felt this precious family affection.
The next day, when the morning light shone through the curtains on his grandfather's face, his smile was still bright. On this special Valentine's Day, we found our grandfather and the love that was in the depths of our memory. Grandma may have left this world, but her love has been passed on in this ward.
My grandfather left the hospital with the roses, as if the flower was a treasure that carried memories. As we walked home, he told us stories about them, and we were touched by their deep feelings. This Valentine's Day, we have learned to cherish the family affection around us, and we have learned that love is an eternal force that transcends life and death.