I miss my grandmother and have a deep original love
The Spring Festival is here again, grandma, long time no see. When I walk in the supermarket, I see the cold noodles, the golden mangoes on the side of the road, and the rice noodles in the casserole, all of which remind me of you, my grandma.
I used to study, and every time I came home from vacation, I would save a little pocket money to buy you a few catties of mangoes, and buy a cold noodles packaged by Dada Supermarket, which I couldn't wait to deliver to you.
Seeing how happy you were eating, I laughed too. You like to eat mangoes, but your grandfather doesn't, and you say, "I'm going to hide them and eat them when your grandfather is not at home, because he thinks the mangoes smell bad and they taste big," and we both laughed together.
In these six hundred and thirteen days, you have never appeared in my dreams, probably because you have always remembered that I was timid, for fear of scaring me. But how much I miss you, especially when I went to my grandfather's house and saw your ** hanging on the wall of the house, as well as the tables and chairs about you, tears blurred my eyes again.
At your funeral, I didn't howl and cry, and I didn't wail and cry. I suppressed my grief and received my relatives and friends who came to see me off in a sensible and polite manner.
I acted very calmly, as if your departure was like a dream, not real. But when I came back from the company and walked to the entrance of the village, the ** that only people would release when they passed away came from your house, made me realize that you really left us.
When I got home, I saw you lying quietly, no matter how noisy it was, no matter who called you, you were silent and silent, so peaceful. I held your hand and felt no warmth, which reminded me that you had left us forever.
Before the July 2016 Torch Festival, although you had some minor health problems, there was no major problem. When I'm at home on vacation, you often come to my house and talk to us.
And my mother is busy with farm work and doesn't have time to sit down and chat with you, so she leaves me alone at home to accompany you. I remember you often telling stories about your aunt's marital problems, your sister-in-law's early death, your hard work when you were young, and your grandfather's blind date.
Although I found these things a little annoying at the time, I didn't say it because I love you.
In 2016, the Torch Festival, our whole family gathered together for a barbecue, you and your grandfather also came, our family was warm and harmonious, although you did not eat a lot, but the satisfaction of children and grandchildren around the knees on your face made us very happy.
Watching you and your grandfather sit there peacefully, enjoying the food we have prepared for you, our hearts are filled with peace and happiness, "there is an old family and a treasure", not to mention that grandparents are also by our side.
However, the next morning, we heard that you had fallen in the bathroom due to dizziness, and that you had a long cut on your head, and the dried blood stained your hair together.
My mother and I quickly combed your hair with warm water, and then sent you to the hospital for a check-up, and the result was high blood pressure and coronary heart disease. Since that day, your body has never recovered, you have been hospitalized**, you have been on medication, and you have done a lot of superstitious rituals of the Yi people.
In the end, you can't even get out of bed, we have to take care of you 24 hours a day, turn you over, scrub your body, and you will keep shouting at us no matter how long we are outside.
Perhaps at that point, you have a premonition that the end of your life is near, so you often feel lonely and afraid. You kept taking medication until September 2017 and your physical condition seemed to improve and you looked much better than before.
One day, however, when you are home alone, your aunt comes home to visit you. The two of us have washed your hair and hope to make you feel more comfortable. But I didn't expect you to get worse because of a cold and had to be taken to the hospital.
And this time, you didn't get out of the hospital, you passed away alone in the ICU, without any family by your side, not even the last words or two, leaving only one trip, and no way back.
This has become an eternal regret and an unrelieved pain for our children and grandchildren. I can't love my grandma anymore, and when I come home hungry, I can't eat my grandmother's fried potatoes and boiled noodles anymore, and I don't have grandma to talk to me at home on holidays.
My grandmother has been working silently on the land of Sihe all her life and silently paying for her children. Except for following her grandfather to Meishan as a soldier when she was young, she should not have left Daliangshan.
In this familiar and strange land, I witnessed my grandmother's hard work, watching her go through the ups and downs of life from youth to gray hair.
The years are merciless, the departed have left, and the living still have to continue to live, but who should I confide in with that deep thought? My grandma, are you okay over there?
Especially in the golden autumn season of parting, the golden rice fields are particularly beautiful under the autumn wind, but they indicate the arrival and departure of a good harvest. The fiery red maple forest becomes more and more vivid under the soaking of tears, but it also means the arrival and farewell of the autumn rain.
The blue sky is extraordinarily tranquil against the white clouds, waiting for the return of a flock of geese. In the autumn wind, autumn rain, and autumn forest, there is the cry of a cuckoo, as if to say: "It's better to go back, it's better to go back......"In this season of having to part, having to return, you have returned to the earth with the autumn leaves, dissipated with the white clouds, gone to a distant place, and there will be no more time.
I was left behind, looking at the fallen leaves, and I was sad. Now you are asleep, and we always remember. Grandma, I hope you live happily in another world......
The only clear photo of my precious moment with my grandmother.