I have written stories about my grandfather in many articles. Grandpa is a monument in my life and a source of energy.

Grandpa was still very tolerant when his life was in danger. During that time, my father helped me decorate the house in my city. In order not to affect my house's normal move in, my grandfather suppressed the words of grandma and never told my father the news that he was critically ill. Despite this, my mother, as my grandfather's daughter-in-law, told the truth to my father. My mother told my father that it looked very dangerous now and asked my father to go home immediately. When I heard this situation, I was very anxious. I urged my father to stop working here and go home to see my grandfather. My father scolded me at that time, but I didn't care about my father anymore. Because I also understood that my father wanted to clean up my house and go back. Seeing that it was about to end, my father was naturally very annoyed.

After my father packed up my house, he went home. I called him to ask how his grandfather was. My father firmly told me that there would be nothing wrong and would not die for the time being. But this is not the answer I really want. Is my grandfather's condition about to die? I mean I really want to see him when his grandfather is in good condition, but my father doesn't understand me at all at this point. He is worried that my return home will affect my work. In fact, I know very well that I don't lack me at work, but I will lack grandfather. With my father's dissuasion, I failed to go home to see grandfather immediately. Another week passed.

After the night shift that day, I lay on the bed and chatted with Brother Hao and asked about my grandfather's situation. Brother Hao told me that my grandfather would probably be alive soon. I believe Brother Hao's words more because Brother Hao is still young and relatively simple. Besides, his love for his grandfather is the same as mine.

At that moment, my tears collapsed. My tears couldn't help but fall, and all kinds of expressions of my former grandfather instantly appeared in my mind.

No, I can't leave myself with regrets. I immediately called the company leader to ask for leave and bought the train ticket for the day.

On the train, my aunt told me to stay in the city for a day before going home. But my intuition told me that my grandfather was almost out of reach, so I was going to go home directly.

When I arrived at home, the house was surrounded by relatives and were all guarding my grandfather. It seemed that they were all to see her off. I walked towards my grandfather step by step with heavy steps. My grandfather's face scared me. This is not my grandfather! My grandfather's face was not so thin, and my grandfather was not so haggard! As I walked, I felt more and more sad, so sad that I didn't know how to cry. I walked over and grabbed my grandfather's hand with tears in my face. It is said that my grandfather was in a coma before I went back, but just after my father called my name, my grandfather suddenly woke up. I looked at my grandfather's mouth moving. I put my ears close to my grandfather, and I clearly heard my grandfather say, "I can't wait for you!" Yes, grandfather, I almost couldn't see you. Thank you for supporting me with strong perseverance.

Now when I think of the night before my grandfather passed away, I feel very guilty. Why can’t I spend the last night with my grandfather? Are you still the grandson that grandfather had felt sorry for? Where is your conscience?

Grandpa never woke up again. He swallowed his last breath with all his strength and was buried in front of our descendants forever.

Before my grandfather passed away, he asked us grandsons to stand together and take a photo. My aunt handed the photo to my grandfather, and my grandfather smiled knowingly. After returning to work, I rushed out the photo and deliberately added a gray background to the photo. The gray on the photo was rendered very ancient, and it felt like the scene my grandfather saw when he was dying!

After my grandfather passed away, every time I returned home in the past few years, I would quietly walk to my grandfather’s grave alone and chat with me in this unique way. Although my grandfather has been silent forever, I believe that his soul is still reborn in another country.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Now think about it when grandpa is alive, he can shout kindly: Grandpa. How happy it is. Even if I shout through the sky, grandpa can't hear my helpless cry.

The ruthlessness of time and the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death have changed this kind of love between grandparents. Grandpa, after you left, I have a lot of new things, and no one will listen to me again! I have a lot of grievances and no one will comfort me again! When I encounter setbacks in my life, no one will check on me again.
Chapter completed!