After washing up, I joined my parents for breakfast. On the south side of the four-square table, there was an empty set of dishes. In the past, when we ate as a family, we could always hear the refreshing laughter of the family as well as my grandmother's concerned words for me to eat a few more bites. Today, however, we all swallowed in silence, quietly savoring the day without my grandmother.
It was the first day of sending Grandma away, and it was a dreary, rainy, cold day.
Grandma died of a sudden myocardial infarction, and even a strong man like my father couldn't help but cry when he saw her off. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. In my opinion, human life, old age, sickness and death is a very natural thing, everyone can not resist. Those who live still have to live, and those who die will never live again. Grief is just a way of mourning, and it doesn't really help. However, since my grandmother left, there has been an inexplicable loneliness and emptiness that haunts me, and I often feel a shadow over my heart.
While my grandmother was not considered to be the backbone of the family, she was the core of our family.
Grandma loved to have fun. So every weekend, the big aunt, the little aunt and they all came to the house to accompany the grandmother. They said they were with grandma, but none of them talked to her. The adults were playing mahjong on the table, and the kids were playing around. Whenever this happens, the grandmother always does in a chair, holding a tobacco pouch, eyes closed and resting. The family's noise, in the grandmother's view is like the sound of heaven.
The first weekend after the grandmother's death, the big aunt also arrived on time.
A dozen people sat at the table, but the house was awfully quiet. The food was already served, and it smelled just as sweet as Grandma's, but it was missing that familiar and special flavor. The youngest aunt, who usually talked the most, couldn't hold back at this time, and he spoke up, "I'll never be able to eat mom's cooking again!" Little Aunt glared at him fiercely. Low sobs came from around the dining table. After the meal, everyone began to "entertain" as usual. But it wasn't as comfortable and cozy as it used to be.
When my grandma was here, I couldn't feel her presence, I could only see a shell, but when my grandma was gone, I could really feel her soul. The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Attachment: my son went to high school, he said he wanted to go to the field to read, the reason is that he did not want to see everything that has long been familiar with 。。。。。。. He is still so small, never lived independently, not to mention the reason he said also called me delay. I looked for the teacher, hoping to find the answer, the teacher did not say anything, just gave me this essay of my son.
After his mother's death, his sister's house was the place for our family reunion, but his son didn't want to go, saying that without his grandmother, there was no more human touch. I'm at a loss 。。。。。。
Today, I as he wished, for him to transfer to the field, but the house, the heart is empty.
There must be a teacher among your middle-aged friends, right? Can you tell me what is wrong with my son?