At seven o'clock in the morning, my cousin suddenly asked me on QQ if I wanted to go home.
I was very busy and only answered "?" .
"Grandma passed away at one o'clock last night." My cousin called me on a line.
"Ah?"
I remembered tossing and turning at home around two o'clock in the morning, and trouble sleeping shed two lines of tears for no reason; I remembered a dream I had some time ago, in which my mother suddenly lost all her teeth and turned white. Grandma's death was expected, and the speed of death was unexpected. Grandma, who had just passed her eightieth birthday, finally died of a heart attack. I just looked at the computer and asked myself, does that mean grandma is gone? Or is someone else's grandmother gone?
In a trance, I called my little brother to confirm again. So I immediately called my brother, and my mother answered the phone. At first, my mother and I kept each other strong. "daughter! Your grandmother has gone! " Say that finish this sentence, followed by a tore heart crack lung of sobs, crying.
I sobbed after my mother and comforted her: "Mom, you should take care of yourself!" " "
"Well, don't worry about me, take YuZi well!"
"……"
Hang up the phone, I think the mother at this time is like a child, a child who has lost her mother.
I entrusted my children to my friends and quickly closed the shop door, hoping to see my grandmother for the last time, that is, just for the warm memories she gave me when I was a child, even if it was just to stand by my mother and give me some support.
Leaning against the window, remembering my childhood, about my grandmother. During the Chinese New Year, grandma always sits by the old mottled wooden door, smiling at the vicissitudes of life and welcoming her children and grandchildren back. My uncle will set off firecrackers in front of the door again and again, and as soon as he comes back. The eldest daughter's home is back, the second daughter's home is back, the third daughter's home is back, and the youngest daughter's home is back. Grandma always has the greatest cohesion for family relations. Even in a few hundred years, maybe just thinking about grandma will remind me that we used to be a family that loved each other. Soon we in little ass were looking for food everywhere at grandma's house. There is big and sweet "cat excrement" in the rice jar, sweet wine in the woodpile, radish skin in the salt jar and oranges in the dustpan. We will go fishing in the fish pond with grandpa, or pick all the oranges left in grandma's vegetable field, climb to the chestnut tree on the hillside and shake it hard, or squat down on firewood to listen to grandma tell the story of fox and cat. ...
At that time, my grandmother always arranged for my uncle to visit every daughter's house. Perhaps the eldest daughter's husband and wife quarreled, the second daughter's family is going to have a baby, and the third daughter's family's field has not been dug. There are always so many concerns after another wave of unrest. The warmest memories of childhood are given by grandma. Where to go for fun during the Spring Festival? Where are your children and grandchildren going to get together?
Grandma is the most open-minded in my heart. A woman. Grandma, who has lived under one roof for four generations, has nine sisters-in-law, eight children and a dozen descendants. She never favors one over the other and never misses one by one. I have never seen her gossip, and I have never had an opinion with anyone.
Grandma is the most diligent. Grandma, who is over 80 years old, has been growing vegetables by herself. The pond in front of the old house is her vegetable garden.
Grandma's greatest pleasure is playing poker with her family through reading glasses. Anyone who has played cards with her will say that grandma plays the best card. She can remember cards and have tactics, just as smart as she is human.
The car stopped in front of my grandmother's house, and my cousin and I walked down together. My grandmother's house is full of her children, all of whom are wet with tears. Aunt said, waiting for you for a long time. Aunt said, you haven't seen grandma for the last time. ...
Where's grandma? A dark, glowing coffin was placed in the middle of the room. She never came out as usual, held my hand and said kindly, Yongyong is back. I tried not to cry with tears in my eyes. I always believed that she was still in the back room, or making a fire to cook as usual. I found my mother in the back room. She hugged her sleeping grandson. We just hold hands and comfort each other. On the day grandma died, her children played cards with her for a while. She finished everything silently and left quietly. From this room to that room, there are only a pair of eyes full of tears. It seems that grandma really left. After crying, everything learned to be forbearing and strong.
Sleep in a bed with my mother at night and listen to her talk about the country. I've always liked being with my mother like this.
Because I was worried about my son, I stayed up all night. My mother got up to make milk powder for my grandson, and then got up to make a quilt for me. Maybe it's the cold wind when I go home at night. I always have a dry cough. My mother got up again and soaked my cold medicine. Then she held my feet in her arms, as warm as when I was a child. At five o'clock in the morning, my mother got up and prepared earth eggs for me, one on the left and one on the right. Mom said that as long as she is here, she can eat whatever she wants at home. My mother's words always make my nose sour. With my mother around, I will always be loved. Who can replace this kind of love?
The temperature dropped again, only two degrees. Uncle Huang, who is sick downstairs, has also left. This winter really killed many once vivid lives, and quickly precipitated many once lingering worries. I thought I could see my grandma off on the last trip, but it's not as good as heaven. Due to physical reasons, I can only ask my husband to help me see my grandmother off. I know, at that time, I will definitely see the sad scene I am most afraid of. Where will you go? My mother will be very sad. I don't know if anyone will give her a hand. Grandma is detached, leaving the world of cool thin should be to find bliss. Grandma, if you come naked like this, you have to go naked like this. You left behind your children and grandchildren, your troubles and all the warm memories. As a woman, the budding flowers, the spreading branches and the falling leaves should be complete. If there is reincarnation, my grandmother! Will you still be a person in that life? Or be a woman?
The day I sent my grandmother up the mountain was the best and only sunny day in this period of time. It seems that God's eyes are discerning, and good people are rewarded. I just hope my grandmother can be safe and happy there. I believe there must be no winter in heaven, so naturally I don't want to be as warm as it is now. Grandma, you have to walk all the way, you should take care!