Grandma left so suddenly that she went to a distant heaven, so I lost her. From then on, the word grandma can only come to mind by accident.
Just a few hours ago, I got the bad news from the phone, which made me like a bolt from the blue. The whole space-time seems to be still. I don't want to believe this is true. I'd rather think it's just a joke, but it is. I feel sad and want to cry, but I can't cry. I know I must be strong. If my grandmother knew, she would say the same thing to me. Although I can't go back to see her off at the moment, I still can't help crying. I wish I could go back to my grandmother thousands of miles away. Grandma is over 80 years old She was in bed for some reason. She has been seriously ill for some time, but I didn't expect her old man to walk so fast and silently.
I remember my grandparents died early. Whenever I saw other children happy in my grandmother's arms, my grandmother gave this happiness to my brother and me, so that our hearts were no longer lonely. The happiest moment is that every time I go to my grandmother's house, she will cook food for us, especially when I am at my grandmother's house before school. Although I was particularly naughty at that time, my brother and I were her only grandchildren in the city at that time, so we often protected us until I went back to study in the city.
Grandma has seven children, and she has worked hard to bring them up. Later, my mother's menstrual uncle got married, and I think my grandmother should rest assured. However, her granddaughter and grandson were born one after another, and the heavy responsibility of raising future generations fell on my grandmother. Besides taking care of the children, I have to take care of all the cooking, washing and sweeping at home on weekdays, so I have no leisure. You suffered a lot in your old age, but you would rather be wronged than live in your daughter's house. Every time your mother takes you to my house, you always feel like a guest. In your heart, your son's home is your home. After a few days, you don't worry about your chicken and sheep, and you are anxious to go home.
Grandma is getting older and older, and it is not as convenient as it is every year. Last year was the second Spring Festival after I graduated from college. As usual, I will go to grandma's house to see her old man. Every time I go, I have to hold my hand and ask questions, and this time is no exception, with tears in my eyes. Grandma is still eating the cake I bought for her in front of me, and she looks in a good mood. I didn't expect this to be the last time I saw her.
Now grandma is separated from us by yin and yang. Although it is human nature to be born, sick and dead, we are so reluctant to leave when we really arrive at Where are you going? The greatest pain in life is the loss of loved ones. Life is so long that no one can stop the passage of time. It is not easy for our parents to raise us. When we grow up, our parents will get old. We should honor our parents when they are still alive, and don't wait until "the son wants to be filial", which will be a lifelong regret.
This article is in memory of my respectable and lovely grandmother. Although you have left, your voice and appearance will be imprinted on your grandson's heart forever. Although my grandson can't send you the last journey, please believe that my heart and yours will always be together, and there is a grandson thousands of miles away, with endless grief.
Grandma, have a nice trip!
I just got home the day before the holiday. Dad told me with a dignified face that there might be more holidays on New Year's Day. I asked him why, and he said my grandmother died.
I was a little surprised, but I didn't make a sound.
I suddenly remembered the scene of going to see her during the National Day holiday. At that time, she was too thin to recognize her. Cold rice in hand, uncle and aunt in the other room, nobody cares about her, and she doesn't wear shoes. Mom said the meal was cold and asked her if she wanted a bowl of hot food. She couldn't hear, didn't answer, just squinted and groped.
Later, my mother took the meal and she found someone coming. She touched her father's face trembling and called my grandfather's name. Dad looked at his mother helplessly. "She hasn't recognized anyone for a long time."
I recovered from my fugue, and I really don't remember much about my grandmother. My grandma is my grandma's mother. She witnessed the founding of the new China and is 87 years old.
She has been squinting and trembling for as long as I can remember. When I was young, my parents would take me to see her. She would reach out and call my name and talk to me. Those memories were years ago.
Later, grandma, I didn't recognize dad. But even if she doesn't know anyone, as long as she hears grandpa's footsteps, she will know it's my grandpa.
Grandma has three sons and two daughters, and my grandmother is the third. Grandma and grandpa are working outside the home, so when she is old, her big uncle, second uncle and third uncle take turns to take care of her.
My mother said that my uncle's family was very bad to my grandmother, and sometimes they couldn't even eat a hot meal. When my grandma came back from National Day, my father said that grandma would not be long. Sure enough, she didn't survive 20xx. Died on the last night of 20xx.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I saw her alone in the room, sitting in a wheelchair, eating with trembling hands, and I often saw her crying secretly.
It's not easy for grandma. I haven't enjoyed a few good days in my life. In New China, she established a family by herself, raised five children, watched them get married, and even watched her grandchildren grow up and have children of their own.
Mom says grandma is a good person. When my mother is in confinement, my grandmother will come to see her every day and talk to her mother.
Because of the funeral, we went back to our hometown and stayed up all night When someone saw us on the road, they expressed regret for your loss. I heard my uncle and grandma discussing, and grandma was cremated. I also heard that they would bring hot tea. Only in this way can she leave safely.
When my second aunt came to watch the vigil, she took a piece of cloth and asked grandma to put it in her hand. She also said that grandma likes pickles best and asked if they were put together. But everyone knows that my second aunt hates my grandmother's troubles.
On the way to the funeral, grandma cried the most. She muttered that grandma should protect the children's safety, but the second uncle's family didn't even give a tear.
My brother said grandma was so pitiful. I said people will die sooner or later. Maybe it's a relief for grandma to die.
May the dead rest in peace. Next life, don't be so bitter.
Tonight, I brought a pot of water to the crossroads. My grandmother's back, Ran Ran, rose in the water. My grandmother's words echoed in my ears: If one day the swallows can't find her, you can see her by putting a pot of water at the crossroads on the night of the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. When I was a child, the swallow couldn't understand her grandmother. It was not until one day that my grandmother left that I knew that my grandmother's soul could be printed in the water.
Tonight, the sky is gloomy, there are no stars, there are layers of waves on the water, and there is no grandmother's face. The undulating waves are like grandma's bent back. Is the heavy sky also mourning those lost souls? I can't find my grandmother's soul in the starry night, and the past is flooding in:
Thin and short grandma with crooked back, big brother with big back and my naughty little sister with big back. Grandma walked through spring after spring with her little feet that were only three inches long. Cruel natural disasters took away grandma's only backer prematurely, and feudal ignorance took away grandma's children, leaving her mother as the only support in her life. The young grandmother gave her love to her mother, and the grandmother gave it all to me. Cinderella, who is out of favor, hides in grandma's arms and pampers me. Grandma wiped away my wronged tears with dry hands: others don't want swallows, but grandma wants them.
At the age of fourteen, grandma closed her sunken eyes, and the 83-year-old grandma finally got rid of loneliness and loneliness. However, my grandmother is still walking so sadly. In addition to our family, my father, Eight Immortals, was invited to handle affairs, carrying a heavy coffin, and my brother was holding a solemn legacy. My mother followed her like a cry baby. How can my skinny grandmother not be sad when she lies in a cold and empty coffin? Sadly, I dragged my little sister to the left beside my mother. My little sister cried and asked my grandmother why she didn't come out to see her. My mother can't stop crying. I picked up my little sister and said, go back and get you a basin of water, and you will see grandma. Grandma is in the water. Finally, at the entrance to the village, my mother and daughter were stopped by several men. Women can't go up the hill to attend funerals. My mother kowtowed dumb and shouted, mom, go! And I was in tears, and my grandmother's departure took away my love. From then on, no one will love the injured swallow, and everything in front of him suddenly becomes dim.
It has been more than ten years since I left my grandmother, and I can't forget to sit quietly in front of her grave for a few minutes after every injury. Now, I have left my hometown and never visited my grandmother again. I have never even set foot in the small mountain village where my childhood was recorded. Every time I get hurt emotionally in my life, I have the urge to see my grandmother. I wonder if grandma in the sky can recognize the swallows that have been unrecognizable. If grandma's soul knows, she will cherish her beloved swallow.
Grandma, did you see the swallow kowtow to you? Please spread your wings, give me your back and take me to the night sky. . .
Mourning grandma's sketch 4 "Grandma is gone!" On the morning of the eighth day of the first month, as soon as I entered the office, I received the bad news of my sister on the phone.
My heart is shaking. It was not until the second day of the first month that I paid a New Year call to my grandmother. Although my grandmother was hobbled by illness on her deathbed, her mind was still clear and she still smiled kindly at my visit. I thought my grandmother survived another crisis, because she had been seriously ill several times before, and she survived from the gate of hell. My grandmother's vigorous vitality and strong perseverance in fighting the disease show that she is full of infinite attachment to the world. Grandma's life is like an oil lamp, the flame goes out quietly until the last drop runs out of oil.
When grandma was born, she represented a symbol of the times. Grandma was born in the war-torn Republic of China. In the old society, she didn't go beyond the slightest eventful years and endured the hardships of the years. I lost my parents when I was a child and was born in a relative's house. I was deaf because of an important event, and I have lived in a silent world ever since. I have wrapped my feet, been a child bride, been hungry and discriminated against. At the age of fourteen, a sedan chair carried her to her grandfather's house and she began to be a wife and mother. With the tempering of years and the hardships of life, grandma has gradually been honed into a good hand in managing the family. Grandma has ten children. On hard days, grandma only raised them with Redmi and pumpkin soup. Grandma treats her children equally and keeps the house warm and cold in order. Although my grandmother is deaf, she is very clever. Most of her education for children relies on the power of behavior to guide and influence children and educate them to be honest, practical, hardworking and kind to others. Mom said grandma's thoughts are very traditional and strict with her children. She never lets her unmarried daughter wear colorful clothes, nor does she allow her to stay with her girlfriends or friends. It is under grandma's strict family education that children become honest and simple.
My mother said sadly on the phone: "grandma left, she left peacefully!" She passed out and didn't hurt at all. You just returned to work yesterday, so don't come all the way back to offer your condolences. Grandma is the last one to torment the younger generation. If you come back, grandma will never forgive you! " I insisted on coming back to pay my respects, not for anything else, but for the deep love that my grandmother once spread to me and my deep attachment to my grandmother from the heart. Thousands of miles can't stop my eagerness to send my grandmother the last trip, and I can't leave this regret in this life! I hurried off and drove back to my hometown.
I spent most of my childhood at my grandmother's house. Every weekend, I go to my grandmother's house with my schoolbag on my back to do my homework. The reason is just to come to grandma's house with a toothache and enjoy her love for the next generation. Grandma's family is not rich, but she takes care of her grandchildren. When eating, she always turns out a few eggs from the rice jar like magic, and a plate of fried eggs becomes the inducement for me to come to grandma's house often. My middle school days were completed by boarding in the town where my grandmother lived. On Wednesday and Sunday, like most poor students, I will go home to prepare pickles to solve the problem of eating vegetables, and often go to my grandmother's house nearby. My grandmother always cooks a meat dish to satisfy my hunger first, then fills my vegetable jar. Finally, I don't forget to pour a spoonful of sesame oil on it, and put some boiled eggs in my bag when I leave. At that time, I thought grandma was the best relative in the world, and I was undoubtedly the happiest person in the world.
Old families are more valuable than wealth. When grandma was alive, her children and grandchildren always took turns to support her. Grandma never dislikes poverty and loves money. No matter whose house she lives in, she is always busy. She doesn't want to be a burden to the younger generation. In recent years, when I am in good health, I always help my family to do laundry and cook. Insist on helping sweep the floor when you are in poor health. Do something within your power. The traditional filial piety culture is carried forward in this big family. I have never heard of any unfilial and unjust children and grandchildren of my grandmother. Even if there are occasional bumps, I will be relieved under the guidance of my grandmother, the spiritual soul. When my grandmother was alive, four generations lived under one roof, with a total of 72 children. The younger generation is very filial, the near will give human filial piety, and the far will give material filial piety; Adults will give economic filial piety, and minors will give family filial piety. Especially in recent years, grandchildren have gradually developed and become people with a little success in their careers. Everyone is vying to take their grandmothers who have never been out of the countryside to see the world. So grandma traveled all over China, which made the old people of the same age envious. The filial piety of the younger generation has also become a beautiful talk about respecting the elderly in the eight townships.
Filial piety is to educate future generations. Grandma is undoubtedly the touchstone for our big family to inherit the culture of filial piety. Examples speak louder than words, and the power of examples is infinite. Me too. I subtly edify my daughter through my filial piety to my grandmother. Every time I go back to my hometown to visit my grandmother, I will take my daughter to choose a dress or a cake for my grandmother, which deeply affects my daughter. The year before last, my 9-year-old daughter specially went to the supermarket to choose a tickle for her grandmother, who was so happy that she couldn't put it down with a gift from her great-grandson. Last summer vacation, my daughter and I went back to our hometown to see our grandmother. At this time, grandma is already in a wheelchair, and it is extremely inconvenient to urinate. My daughter took my hand and said, "Dad, let's buy a toilet for grandma!" " It will be much more convenient for her to go to the toilet! "Looking at my daughter's serious appearance, I was deeply gratified and nodded. When educating my daughter, I often do something. When my daughter is spoiled or naughty in front of her grandmother, I will guide her: "If I treat my grandmother like you, will my grandmother stand it?" "Every once in a while, my daughter's teasing behavior will come to an abrupt end.
I'm almost forty years old, and I've always been proud of having a living grandmother. Today, however, grandma is gone, and her life is fixed at 87 years old. Since then, I have no relatives to call me "grandson". I lost my loved ones, and I grew up losing my loved ones, but this growth is full of sadness and heaviness. On the day of grandma's funeral, the younger generation followed grandma's wishes and responded to the policy call of keeping the funeral simple. All the people who came to the funeral were her children. More than a dozen motorcades composed of grandchildren spontaneously transported grandma's coffin to the cemetery of her hometown in the countryside, and dozens of wreaths fluttered in the wind, indicating the solemnity and grandeur of grandma's funeral. This is a funeral without sadness and even mixed with laughter. When my grandmother was born, she enjoyed the family happiness of four generations living under one roof, with children and grandchildren around her knees and full of children and grandchildren. When he died, he enjoyed the honor of supporting the elderly and returning home after his death. The happy ending of life advocated by Confucianism is nothing more than this.
The people of Sri Lanka are gone forever, the dead rest in peace, and the living inherit the legacy-being kind to others, being honest and doing things in a down-to-earth manner.
May grandma bless her children in heaven with a happy life and prosperous career!
On a stormy night, grandma who was tortured by illness finally passed away with infinite concern for her children and grandchildren.
Since grandma left us cruelly and went to heaven alone in advance, my mother and I once again came to grandma's house with deep feelings and pushed open the door, but I was shocked by what was inside!
I saw that my grandmother's house, which had been cleaned up in good order before, became a mess: many brown and black chicken feathers slipped out of the door and danced on the ground with the naughty wind; Smelly chicken manure is all over the floor, and some are even fermenting! Some of the food in the cupboard is moldy, and some even grow "fluff" 3 cm long. Not only that, the cupboard door is still open, and there is black mouse shit in it! An expert in catching mice-the "exquisite food" that cats used to eat three times a day, now it is estimated that they can't even eat soup and cold rice! Do not believe it, you see it used to be a little fat pig, but now it has become a "little mouse", even the bones are exposed! Of course, so are chickens. As soon as cats and chickens saw my little master, they began to "complain loudly" and begged me to give them something to eat!
Even more pitiful is my grandfather. Is this still the old red-faced grandfather? ! I saw a thin old man sobbing and crying with grandma's portrait! His eyes are red and swollen, like two big lanterns; Black, dirty and thin hands are like two chicken feet, crying and trembling. Neither my mother nor I can persuade them, and my grandfather is still talking about grandma's life. We couldn't help crying with grandpa ... alas, it was really a big tree that fell, and another big tree hurt!
Looking at grandma's house, I miss her! Grandma, did you have a good time in heaven?