When I received the news of my grandfather's death in the early hours of the night, my heart suddenly became empty, and I sat until dawn.

Last year, my grandfather was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I thought that he was over 90 years old, and he was considered to have a long life, and I just hoped that he would suffer less sin.

I thought it was the last side, but he was physically tough, and when he went back to see him on May Day, he could still be helped up from the couch to bask in the sun outside, and his voice was weak but clear when he spoke.

My grandfather is still alive.

I didn't expect to hear such news only a few days later, and after hanging up the phone, I didn't realize that I was in tears.

Sitting on the subway, wiping your eyes at every turn.

It turned out that no matter how they comforted each other, saying that he was old and his life was rare for seventy years, he was reluctant to leave the old man after all.

My grandfather joined the army in his early years, and later went to fight in Korea, and when he came back, he almost became deaf.

I will never see that thin old man again, I can no longer talk to him at the top of my voice, and my grandfather has died. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――( To be continued. )

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