? Autumn and September should be a harvest season, but I received the bad news that my grandfather was dying in this season.
? When the news came, I hurried home as fast as I could. With a heavy rain, it seemed that God was crying for it.
When I got home, I was greeted by a pair of elegies written in black and white. At this point, I just know that grandpa has gone! I unloaded my luggage, put on my mourning clothes, and hurried to Lingqian to give my grandfather incense and kowtow. Then I stayed in front of the spirit until late at night before waking up, and it began to rain again, like grandpa's reluctance and attachment to the children.
? Because according to the custom of my hometown, people try to be buried with their wives after death (when building a tomb, it is usually a double tomb), so grandpa's tomb will take a few days to complete, so these days are also very busy. Watching sad relatives walk around and listening to sad and affectionate cries, I realized that the departure of relatives would make so many people sad.
? Thinking of other old people and comparing with my grandfather, I found that my grandfather walked fairly peacefully. At least, he didn't get sick before his death, unlike some old people who struggled in pain and went to bliss in despair. Death is not terrible, because it is a natural law, and the key is mentality. What is terrible is the taste that life is worse than death, and it makes people shudder to think about it! I feel better when I think about it.
To tell the truth, when I was a child, I didn't like my grandfather very much because he didn't care much about me. With the passage of time and the gradual growth of age, I have learned more or less about my grandfather's past deeds, his character and his understanding. It was not until I went to high school that I got along well with him in recent years. I remember my grandfather once told me that he had been looking forward to having a college student at home. I may have let him see hope, but I finally let him down. I feel guilty when I think about it. ...
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Time passed little by little, and after several days of hard work, Grandpa's tomb was finally completed. September 2, 20091,destined to be deeply remembered by me! Because this day is the day when Grandpa was buried. When I got up in the morning, the whole family was shrouded in a sad and solemn atmosphere. I saw my parents, uncles and aunts with swollen eyes, haggard faces and pounding hearts. Maybe it's the next generation. I can't deeply understand the affection that blood is thicker than water, but at this moment I feel the weight of the word "father" in the child's heart. It's too heavy!
? Around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, it is time for all relatives to bid farewell to grandpa's body, listening to the crying that hurts the world and watching the tears flowing freely from their relatives. Although I have felt it many times before, I have not been deeply shocked this time! Alas, the separation of Yin and Yang is indeed the greatest pain in the world!
? All the way to the grave, crying never stopped. Watching one side of the earth being filled into the grave, I woke up like a dream until a new monument was erected on the flat ground. It turns out that grandpa has really gone!
? Grandpa, who has worked hard all his life, may everything go well in heaven. ...