On December 21, 2017, grandma passed away.
The last time I saw my grandma, she was lying among the flowers, putting on makeup, lipstick and blush for the first time in her life. I looked at grandma's face for a long time. She seemed to be asleep, calm and peaceful. I suddenly felt that she seemed to be breathing, and her chest seemed to be rising and falling together.
I told my mother. My mother said that my grandma was just wearing makeup and the blood on her face gave me the wrong impression.
A few days before leaving, grandma’s whole body was swollen and there was blood and water oozing under her skin. At nearly 90 years old, her organs have completely failed and she can no longer absorb any nutrients. "She is in too much pain, let her go in peace."
Yes, grandma has a good journey.
After working hard all your life and being illiterate, you are bored every day in this unfamiliar city. It’s time to seek a new life.
In the past few days, my mind keeps thinking about the stories I had with my grandma.
I want to record it through this article. For me, grandma is just the death of life, but in my memory, she is always there and will never disappear.
1
I spent the first ten years of my life in my hometown. At that time, a large family lived in the same building. Grandma had four children, forming four families. One family lived on the first floor and grandma lived on the first floor.
That was probably the happiest time in my grandma’s life, and it was also the most innocent and romantic time in my life.
During holidays or weekends, more than 20 people from the whole family will gather on the first floor to make dumplings and stir-fry noodles. Grandma has her own original way of making dumplings, called "petal dumplings", and the fillings of the dumplings are leek and pork fillings that have not changed for thousands of years.
It wasn’t until I was in junior high school that I learned that dumplings can be filled with other fillings. However, for me, the taste in memory is always the best. At that time, the dumpling wrappers were rolled out by oneself, the fillings were chopped with a knife, and grandma boiled the water with firewood.
The adults were busy with their work. My brother and I, who were still in kindergarten, would make trouble, or watch "Ninja Rantaro" with my brothers and sisters, play badminton, or ride bicycles.
Sometimes, we still play upstairs. I heard grandma or grandpa shouting to us: It’s time to eat! ! ! He jumped down and faced the smell of food.
2
Whatever delicious food grandma has, she always saves it for my two little greedy cats, my brother and me.
As time passed, my brother and I began to pester my grandma to give us delicious food. But how could grandma keep the stock in stock every time?
So grandma began to learn to be smart. She didn't take the initiative to give it to us, but after my brother and I rubbed her for a long time, she slowly took out a packet of cookies or two candies from the corner of the room. This was enough to attract my brother and me.
I can no longer remember my grandma’s face when she was younger. But I know that seeing my brother and I cheering for joy, my grandma should also be happy.
There was a time when my mother forbade us to eat cold drinks, but I really wanted to eat ice cream, so I took my brother to grind it with my grandma for a long time. She really had no choice but to give us two yuan and let each of us buy ice cream that cost one yuan each. My brother and I carefully guarded our huge sum of money - two coins, and walked quickly to the canteen. When I took them out, I suddenly thought, I can break one dollar into two dollars. We only buy 50 cents of ice cream, and each of us can eat two ice creams!
I didn’t spend much money, but I ate too much ice cream, and my mother would be angry if she found out. When grandma asked us how we spent our money, I hesitated and dared not tell her. But my brother was quick to show off our little cleverness to grandma. Grandma was so angry that she picked up a wooden stick and threatened to beat us. After all, I still couldn't do it.
3
Grandma is very courageous.
The fat caterpillars on the trees, the giant centipedes swooping out of the gaps in the walls, and the giant cockroaches crawling out of the rolling pin always scare me to death. Grandma's unified response is: take off your shoes, bang! Quick, accurate and ruthless, without any hesitation.
4
When I still have memories, my grandma had a lot of moles on her back, which often made her itchy, although I didn’t know why.
So, grandma always quietly called me into the room and asked me to scratch her back.
"Up, up, right, right, right there! Hey~"
5
Occasionally, grandma would take me to the market to give I buy delicious big buns.
Grandma’s big hand held my little one, shaking it.
"You said if I abandoned you, would you know how to go home by yourself?" Grandma often teased me.
"I don't believe grandma will abandon me! No~" I said arrogantly, but I held my hand tightly.
Grandma’s eyes were closed when she smiled, revealing her big white teeth.
"The little guy is so confident." He also held me tighter.
6
Grandma’s hands are very soft and thick. Our family probably inherited it from grandma. Dad’s hands are very soft and thick, and so are mine.
Everyone says this is a symbol of good fortune.
When her fingers were still flexible, she taught me how to make "ginger hands", which means wrapping her fingers together. In my opinion, it looked more like a "conch".
In more than twenty years of life, I have watched my grandma’s hands wrap around 4 fingers, then 3, 2, 1, and finally, her long nails need our help. cut off.
Grandma’s hands are still thick, but no longer soft.
7
Grandma raised chickens on the first floor of her hometown.
I never go in there because it smells so bad. But, I get to enjoy warm eggs from chickens every day.
What’s amazing is that almost all the eggs produced in our family are double-yolked, large and slender.
Therefore, when I eat the egg sausages near my home, I always use eggs from home. The little fool walked on his short legs, carrying a double-yolked egg in his pocket, and ran to his beloved sausage shop in slippers. But he always stumbled accidentally, ruining his breakfast and eggs, and caught up with his clothes and chin. Then, I went home crying, changed my clothes, took another egg, and carefully brought it to the breakfast shop.
My brother’s favorite thing when he was a child was eggs, maybe because the eggs at home were really delicious.
8
As my family moved to big cities one after another, I vaguely felt my grandma’s sadness.
Grandma’s youngest son, Dad’s family, was the last to leave.
I remember that on the day I was waiting to take the bus to the big city, I was very happy holding my beloved doll in my arms, sitting on the lychee wooden chair in front of my house that was said to be hundreds of years old.
I vaguely heard someone calling my name.
I entered the house looking for the sound. Grandma’s eyes were red, and she cried and turned her face away when she saw me.
My little heart was shocked. This was the first time I saw my grandma cry. Although we are only in the third grade, we know that grandma is reluctant to leave us. We left grandma one by one, leaving her and grandpa alone in this old house. The more I think about it, the sadder and sadder I become.
But the child always has to live with his mother. No matter how sad and sad you are, you can never beat the freshness and excitement of a new environment.
9
Later, we basically met with grandma once a year.
I don’t remember the details of meeting my grandma. I just remember that every time we parted, grandma was unwilling to go out to see us off. She stayed in the kitchen silently, facing the table, and put dry firewood in it vigorously. The firewood was burning loudly. Grandma had short shoulder-length hair and was wearing a small hanging shirt. She was sitting on a small bench with her waist bent, looking lonely and lonely.
I know, grandma cried again.
10
When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I had stomach trouble because I was not used to the school food.
My parents took my grandparents from their hometown to take care of me.
I have never lived with my grandparents before, so I don’t know why there is such a big gap in life between two generations. I couldn't get used to eating the food cooked by my grandfather, nor could I get used to living in a house full of mice. Every day I wanted to escape and go back to another home.
Grandma is not used to the days when she doesn’t have neighbors to talk to. She can only watch TV from morning till night every day.
Sometimes, she would come into my room and sit by the bed and want to chat with me. But I didn't know what to talk to her about, so the two of us could only sit there.
Thinking about it now, my grandparents gave up their living environment for most of their lives and left their hometown to come to this unfamiliar city just to take care of me. What a sacrifice this is...
But at a young age, I didn’t know how to cherish it.
11
Later on, my grandparents have been living with us.
Grandma loves fun. She likes that people from her family come to visit her more often, she likes to gossip about the family's shortcomings, and she likes the feeling that the whole family is together.
However, we cannot stay with her every day.
Therefore, there are always tears in her eyes and her smiles become less and less.
12
When the doctor issued a critical illness notice, he said that grandma might only have 3 days left to live. Because her organs were gradually failing, she could no longer absorb any nutrients, and she might die at any time. Will walk.
Her children and grandchildren, no matter how busy they were with things at hand, took time off to visit her in the hospital.
Grandma can no longer speak, but I know she can feel it. We were talking and feeling sad, and she knew it.
She held on tenaciously for two weeks and fell asleep forever around 4 a.m. on December 21.
Now when I think of my grandma, I only remember the way she was amused by us.
His eyes were narrowed into slits, revealing a pair of large yellow dentures, and wrinkles on his face, which looked kind and cute.
Grandma was very beautiful when she was young.
It’s just that we can’t stay with her all the time, depriving her of her only happiness.
I hope she can go to a good family in her next life, learn to write, have many interests, and laugh happily all the time.