I have written in many articles about my grandfather, who is a monument in my life and a source of energy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Grandpa was still very tolerant when his life was dying. During that time, my father helped me decorate the house in my city, and in order not to affect my normal house, my grandfather told my grandmother that he must not tell my father the news that he was critically ill. Despite this, the mother, as the daughter-in-law of the grandfather, told the truth to the father. The mother told the father that the grandfather looked dangerous now and asked the father to come home immediately. When I heard this, I was so anxious that I urged my father to stop what he was doing here and go home to see my grandfather. My father scolded me at the time, and I didn't bother with him anymore. Because I also understand that my father is thinking that he can clean up my house and go back soon, and seeing that it is almost over, my father is naturally very annoyed.

My father cleaned up my house and went home, and I called to ask how his grandfather was doing. My father firmly told me that I would be okay and that I would not die for the time being. But that's not really the answer I wanted, is my grandfather's illness to the point where he is dying? I mean I would love to see my grandfather when he is okay, and my father doesn't understand me at all at all, and he is worried that my coming home will affect my work. In fact, I know very well that there is no shortage of me in the unit, but I will lack my grandfather. Despite my father's dissuasion, I was unable to go home to see my grandfather immediately, and another week passed.

After the night shift that day, I lay on the bed and chatted with Brother Hao and asked about my grandfather's situation. Brother Hao told me that my grandfather was expected to die soon. I believe Brother Hao's words more, because Brother Hao is still young and relatively simple, and his love for his grandfather is the same as mine.

At that moment, I burst into tears. Tears couldn't help but fall, and various expressions of the former grandfather instantly appeared in my mind.

No, I can't leave myself with regrets. I immediately called the unit leader to ask for leave and bought a train ticket for the day.

On the train, my aunt messaged me and told me to stay in the city for a day before going home. But my gut told me that my grandfather was dying, so I was ready to go straight home.

When I arrived at the house, the house was full of relatives, all of whom were staying by my grandfather's side, apparently to see him off. I approached my grandfather step by step with heavy steps, and my grandfather's face startled me, which is my grandfather! My grandfather's face is not so thin, how can my grandfather be so haggard! As I walked, my heart became more and more sad, and I didn't know how to cry when I was sad. With tears on my face, I walked over and grabbed my grandfather's hand, which was said to have been in a coma until I went back, but when my father called my name, he suddenly woke up. I watched my grandfather's mouth move. I put my ear close to my grandfather, and I clearly heard him say, "I almost can't wait for you!" Yes, grandpa, I almost didn't see you anymore, thank you for your strong perseverance to hold me up.

Now thinking about the night before my grandfather died, I feel very guilty. Why can't you spend the last night with your grandfather? You are still not the grandson that grandpa once felt sorry for? Where is your conscience?

Grandpa never woke up, he swallowed his last breath with his last strength, and slept forever in front of our children and grandchildren.

Before he died, Grandpa deliberately asked several of our grandchildren to stand together and take a photo. My aunt handed the photo to my grandfather, who smiled knowingly. When I got back to the unit, I took out the group photo and deliberately added a gray background to the photo, which was very old and the feeling was similar to what my grandfather saw when he was dying!

After my grandfather died, I came home every time in the past few years. I would quietly walk to my grandfather's grave alone and talk to him in this unique way, although he is silent forever, I believe that his soul is still reborn in another country.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Now when I think about when my grandfather was alive, I can call out affectionately: Grandpa. What a blessing it must be. Now even if I shout through the sky, my grandfather can't hear my helpless cry.

The ruthlessness of time and the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death have changed this kind of grand-grandson affection, grandpa, after you left, I have a lot of new things, and no one listens to them anymore! I have a lot of grievances and no one to comfort me anymore! When I encounter setbacks in my life, there is no one to check for me.

I long for an afterlife, so that we can renew our relationship with grandchildren. You tell me the most valuable lesson of your life, and I will take you for a walk in the big city. Look at other people's high-speed rail, look at other people's luxury cars. By the way, after you left, Grandma was pitiful! There was no one to talk to her, no one to cook for her......