Our ancestors wandered all their lives, and the last stop of their wandering is the place we call home. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing my cousin's talk last night, I was uneasy in my heart, and I hurriedly called my mother, but I still got the news of my grandmother's death, and my grandmother stopped in her ninetieth year and left peacefully.

During the Chinese New Year, my grandmother's health was already very poor, and it was even more worrying on May Day, but fortunately I was able to meet her for the last time, my grandmother died without illness, natural aging, and I heard my sister say that she went quickly, very peacefully, and did not suffer any pain, which made me feel more or less comfortable, an old man who is about to be ninety years old, can see the scene of children and grandchildren, four generations in the same house, there should be no regrets.

For my grandmother, I don't have too much intersection, the memory of my childhood has been blurred, and when I grew up, I almost just saw one or two in a hurry during the New Year, it stands to reason that my grandmother's departure will not make me too sad, but the last time I saw my grandmother's old appearance, I came home or cried, maybe it was the last time I was prepared, this time after knowing the news of her departure, I didn't show too much sadness, still living as usual, but my heart is actually still a lot dull.

Grandma she is a rural woman with little education, my grandfather went very early, when I was not yet born, my grandmother was a person who raised several children, until now, my grandmother still lives in that dilapidated small adobe house, she does not have much ability to give me material care, but every time she entrusts someone to bring something to make me feel her love, although not to say, but I always remember in my heart.

In all fairness, I think that we juniors are not enough, my grandmother's children are busy making a living, only a few days during the New Year's holidays will rush home to visit, and accompanied by my grandmother, are a few relatives who still live in the countryside, I don't like to go to my grandmother's house to play, one is because that place is not interesting to me, the other is that my grandmother can't take care of me, I see my grandmother, my heart will always be inexplicably afraid, from childhood to now, it is like this, I can't express it accurately beforeNow, I think that feeling is the vicissitudes of life, my grandmother has precipitated too much pain over the decades, and these times hit my thoughts, and I can't bear it.

I called my mother, it was my father who answered the phone, it was almost a little bit at the time, I could hear that they had not fallen asleep, through the phone, I could also feel the sad atmosphere there, I didn't hear my mother's voice, maybe it's a good thing, I didn't have my grandmother, I was already sad, and for her, I lost my dearest mother, if I talked to my mother on the phone, I might be overwhelmed.

Dad said that he wanted me to go back in a few days, but I didn't want to wait so long, after all, I didn't just go back for a funeral meal, I was her relative, I need to fit in, now there is no point in saying that the son wants to be filial and not treat, if I do it again, I won't change anything for this, what I can do is to live a good life, if there is a spirit after death, she can also be relieved.

Grandma has reached the end of her wandering, her story is really over, but the story of her descendants is not over, this is our story, our wandering, there is no end.

Grandma, go all the way, I miss you