There are some things that we don't want to happen, but no one can resist. Grandpa was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Now rest at home. My mother wipes tears behind my back from time to time, but in order not to affect me, she comforts me and says, "As long as Grandpa has a good rest, he will survive." Is it? This has planted an unopened seed in my heart. I also checked online, and some people still insist on exercising, eating reasonably and maintaining a happy mood. You can also take your time.
Grandpa went to Beijing for treatment again. This time, my father and uncle accompanied my grandfather to the hospital. About ten days, my grandfather came back and lived in my house. Now that I think about it, that was the last time I saw my grandfather. Grandpa's legs are completely stiff. As long as he touches it, his leg seems to be torn. Mother carefully washed grandpa's feet, but she still hit a sore spot. Grandpa growled as if he had been hit hard. I helped grandpa lift the clothes below for the last time, but I must not touch his legs. Tears filled my eyes. Grandpa dragged Niu Gengdi for half his life, but just when he should enjoy his old age, he got the disease. It is really bitter.
The Spring Festival is coming, and it is snowy in winter in Shuofang. It's freezing everywhere, and the branches have been defeated by the cold winter. How many people can survive this severe winter this winter? Little sister went back to accompany grandpa. She is the closest to grandpa among us. Because she grew up beside her grandfather. And my mother is "inconvenient" because she is my grandfather's daughter. My sister (mother) went home for the New Year and wanted to go back to accompany my grandfather for the New Year. My uncle felt very uncomfortable. Only my uncle's family accompanied my grandfather for the New Year. On the evening of Chinese New Year, grandpa went to my uncle's house for a reunion dinner. He should have had a happy New Year's Eve dinner, but because his sister-in-law didn't like grandma feeding the children drinks, she threw the chopsticks out, kicked the stool open and slammed the door. Grandma coaxed her, but her sister-in-law still didn't come out. After all, the meal was "not round" and my mother went back for the New Year. The whole family went back. And I stayed at home to review my homework because of the college entrance examination. Grandpa is still lying in the hospital bed. He finally wants to go to the hospital for a check-up. However, due to my uncle's repeated shirking, grandpa never went to the hospital again and could never stand up again. Only grandma can feed some soup made of rice. These soups can only be boiled with rice soup, and the rice grains are removed, leaving only the soup, and then the cotton swab is dipped in the mouth for grandpa to eat.
The weather in May is still sunny, but it is not sunny. As the college entrance examination approaches, grandpa's illness is getting heavier and heavier. As the days passed, grandpa didn't survive and died. But I didn't know at the time. I didn't know the news of grandpa's death until after the college entrance examination. On the day grandpa died, grandpa asked my uncle to give him his bank card. My uncle first shirked that it was in the hands of my brother's uncle's son, and my brother didn't come back from work. When my brother came back, my grandfather asked my uncle for a bank card, saying that my brother didn't take it. He went home to look for it, and then my uncle took the bank card and threw it to my grandfather. But when grandpa died, grandma asked dad to take money out for the funeral, but Cary had no money. My uncle lied to my grandfather and an old man who was dying. Amen.
My uncle in my memory is a simple man. Our home has been far from my uncle's since childhood. Every time I see my uncle, I am very happy. I can eat the delicious snacks my uncle bought. When I grow up, my mother also pays special attention to the way of getting along with my uncle's family, for fear that the two families will be unhappy. They are always friendly on the surface and have little contact with their brothers and sisters, so they are not familiar with each other. But I never thought my uncle would do such a thing. As my grandfather's own son, what kind of conscience does it have to cheat my dying father? Completely carried away by property, how should such a person treat his grandmother in the future? I'm too scared to think so.
After the college entrance examination, I went back to my grandmother's house to accompany her. According to my mother, a few hours before my grandfather died, my sister's uncle's daughter had a quarrel with my grandmother, and she choked up. After grandpa died, sister-in-law had a big fight with grandma because grandma didn't comfort her uncle and brother-in-law. Grandma is going numb and crazy, cursing her sister-in-law Grandma has never spoken to her sister-in-law since grandpa died, and her sister-in-law has never spoken to her. So far. Grandpa's death. The saddest thing is grandma, whose memory and eyes are not good. I don't think grandma will forgive her sister-in-law in her life. The year of peace is not over yet. After my grandfather died, my sister-in-law has been attacking my grandmother. Grandma's granddaughter's wife and sister-in-law took a fancy to grandpa's property and exploited her (him) bit by bit. I learned this from my mother. I don't know how many enmities there are during this period, but I know that people can't deceive dying people like this, let alone trample on them like this.
One gray day, my grandmother and I went up the mountain to dig vegetables. The shrubs there grow very tall. On the surface, I was satirizing my grandmother, but in fact, I just came to protect her. Grandma told me the story of her and grandpa sarcastically. They always come to this bush area with several bags. It is not so much that grandparents come to dig vegetables together, as it is that grandma comes to dig vegetables alone. A few hours later, grandma's hands were quickly uprooted like clockwork, shaking the soil hard. Her figure disappeared very quickly like a rabbit. In a short time, she found a large field of bitter vegetables. Grandpa, on the other hand, slowly toyed with bitter vegetables, for fear that they would be broken by him accidentally. Every time he looks for bitter herbs, he always looks for a long time. Every time he finds bitter herbs, there are only some poor ones. Grandma has filled several sacks and looks bulging, while grandpa hasn't even filled half of them. I have to pretend to be "bulging". At this time, grandma always says, grandpa. Grandpa always uses backache as a shield, and grandma is helpless. After that, grandpa stopped being sarcastic, but ran to the train track to remind grandma whether to come to the train or not, so that grandma could avoid it. Sometimes grandpa can't see grandma from the train track, so he keeps shouting. Grandma heard it and responded loudly. Grandpa always takes out a cigarette and smokes a few mouthfuls, sitting beside the track. When bitter herbs are dug up, grandpa always comes home with a full load of bitter herbs. When you meet an acquaintance halfway, you will always talk a few words. Whenever others envy digging so many bitter vegetables, grandpa always smiles simply. At home, grandma was in charge of boiling water, and grandpa moved a bench to sit down and began to remove the roots of bitter vegetables. When bitter vegetables are completely edible, my uncle's family and our family will always receive bitter vegetables cooked by grandparents. Now, I am like an old man, standing on the train track to see if there is a train passing by. I seem to see grandpa guarding grandma with me. On the way home with my grandmother, I carried bitter vegetables, just like my grandparents carried bitter vegetables on their way home. It was beautiful.
Grandpa is wise. One is that before he died, he had finished his own grave. However, according to his brother-in-law, his body was not put away, and when he was put into the coffin, the preservative sprinkled on his grandfather did not make him completely protect the body. My brother-in-law said; "Grandpa's body flows in his head. The face has changed. " In a conversation with his brother-in-law, he said, "Grandpa didn't leave safely. His children did that to him." Yes! I don't know how my grandfather would bury him if he didn't build his own grave. Will my uncle's family be hasty? I still dare not think about it. Secondly, my grandfather's legacy was not directly given to my uncle, but to my grandmother. I think this is very correct. If you leave it to your uncle, grandma's warmth and satiety will become a problem. I think grandpa has considered grandma's future life. He hopes grandma will live well and stop suffering.
I was very sad when I went to grandpa's grave. Along the way, the sky was pressed very low. It still makes people breathless. The cemetery is surrounded by green grass, and grandpa's grave is built next to it. My mother asked me to burn some paper for my grandfather. I picked up the paper and lit it. When the paper burned out, I seemed to see grandpa's face. He is still the same, still wearing the black jacket, blue pants and black shoes. But in an instant, after the paper burned, the appearance disappeared. My mouth said, "Grandpa, I came back to see you. Grandpa, go! " "I was in tears, but I still ate my tears alive. I can't cry anymore. I looked at my grandmother next to me. It seems that her eyes are not as bright as before for an instant. I was afraid that my grandmother would be infected and cried again. Grandpa is from Shaanxi, and his cemetery is a land with excellent feng shui. This is what my grandfather once learned from a Feng Shui master. I saw a long pole inserted in the cemetery, which was covered with various pieces of cloth. This tomb is built of bricks. The height of the two obstacles in the middle forms a round object. Grandpa will sleep here. Everything looks gloomy but bright.
Trees and mountains in the distance surround the cemetery. I think it is evergreen here all the year round, as if grandpa had never left for us.