When I was cooking at noon, my mother called and said that my grandfather had fallen, and his forehead was cut and he was bleeding a lot. My heart suddenly hurts. I told my mother that the wound had been treated, but it didn't seem serious, so I was relieved. When I finally came home from work, my grandfather, who didn't know anyone at all, walked around on crutches, muttering to himself, not knowing what to say. His forehead was a wound roughly bandaged by his mother, and there was some blood. I asked him, does it hurt? He just looked at me blankly and smiled, like a child, without pain.
When my husband and I carefully wanted to see his wound, he was a little impatient. My mother made it for him with paper tape. When I took it apart, it stuck to my hair and hurt him. He began to struggle. Hands and feet, and because of the excessive force, the wound on the head began to bleed. The wound is not very big, a small incision has stopped the bleeding, and now there is a small amount of blood oozing out. I tried to disinfect him and dress him, but I couldn't cooperate anymore. I burst into tears and scolded him severely. Then he started biting me and holding his hand. Seeing him like that filled my heart with unspeakable pain. I called him one by one, but he just looked at me with strange, defensive eyes. He shouldn't have said nothing, but when I saw that I was going to get close to him, he waved his cane and tried to hit me, which made me unbearable and heartbroken. This old man who once loved me so much and trusted me so much has now forgotten the whole world, including his favorite relatives.
At the moment, I watched him wandering in his own world alone, injured, covering his wound with his calloused hand, and then looked at his bloody hand in fear and cried like a wounded child. I couldn't help it anymore. I ran outside in the dark, afraid that my tears would show up in the light. Still the same appearance and figure, but no memory of the past. The whole world is a complete stranger to him! The pain of being forgotten by relatives is so gloomy and cold. They swallowed me up like waves after waves, and I couldn't even catch a board to rely on. Looking at such a grandfather, I feel that I am trapped in endless darkness and can't struggle. The pain in my heart is stronger every moment, even making me unable to breathe. But in this way, I don't want to and can't let my parents see that they are more painful and tired than me.
Grandpa hasn't slept for more than a year, and now his biological clock is completely reversed, sleeping during the day and making trouble at night. Mom hasn't slept well for a long time. My father, who is in his seventies, also greets my grandfather every night for fear that he will fall down and have an accident. However, my grandfather didn't know that he was crazy in his own world. And we are so helpless that we want to hire a nanny, but our parents don't want to, saying that no one can take care of us as well as ourselves, and grandpa only has one child, his mother. "This is what I owe him. He has given me so much care for the rest of my life, and it is time for me to repay it with the rest of my life. I'm his daughter, and he can let me take care of him like this. In the days to come, I will get better! "
Mom always says that, and we really have nothing to say after listening. Grandpa's kindness to us and our family is priceless. At that time, he took care of us wholeheartedly, and now it is time for us to take care of him. But we are often too busy to go home, so we have to tire our parents. But we are also sad for our parents, but we don't know how to improve.
Grandpa is 94 years old this year. The 94-year-old grandfather has forgotten the whole world. He lives in a person's world and has the most basic needs of life. More often, he often cries for no reason and says he wants to go home. 94-year-old grandfather, he is looking for his home, and his relatives are around, but he is afraid and at a loss. In this strange world for him, grandpa is like a lost child, crying and unable to find his way home.
Even if I shout loudly again and try hard to find it, I will never hear grandpa's response, feel his warmth, and never find the grandpa who once loved and trusted me! Dear grandpa, how can I hold your footsteps drifting away, how can I hold your memories drifting away, how can I let you suddenly find me in a corner of the world, know me and think of me?
Home is around, the road is at your feet, but you forget to turn back.
I can only look at you, looking at you with white hair, sobbing in a strange world without memory, standing by your side, but your eyes are looking at the distance, anxious and afraid, and I can't find my way anymore.
Although it is early spring, the weather is still very cold, just like my mood at the moment. It must be colder than me, crying like a child's grandfather brought me a season of winter snow, which brought me endless darkness instead of imaginary whiteness. There has never been a moment like this that makes me feel helpless and helpless, only my heart pain is so clear and clear, devouring my tears falling in the dark.
At the moment, I understand so clearly that although my grandfather is here, he is no longer my old grandfather. My grandfather was lost in the long river of time. I, I can't call back, and I can't find my grandfather. ...