I stood in front of my grandpa

But did not expect that day was actually the last time in my life to hear the voice of my grandfather.
I remember that day is Thursday afternoon four twenty-five, received my father's phone call, let me go home. No other extra words, without a little color, is the simple two words: go home. I seem to have understood the meaning of these two words, how heavy the two words, I am going home?
Along the way, I am very calm. I try hard to tell myself that life and death are not but part of life. I thought I was strong enough to face it. The way back home that day is too long and too long ... ...
Back home, many people already, with relatives, neighbors, and some I do not know, then there is no extra feeling to know. When I walked step by step in front of the yard, slowly walked to the hall. Where there is a plate bed, grandfather was wrapped in white cloth, lying there, lying on the bed so simple. Mom came to remind me kowtow, I knelt in front of my grandfather, my mother wrapped in white cloth on my head, wrapped around the twine rope, and then help me get up.
I stood in front of my grandpa, a motionless. Why grandfather suddenly left? Why not say goodbye to me? Grandpa is this tired? Suddenly tears can not stop streaming out, nasal discharge DC. They said that when people just passed away, they must not make any noise because the souls of those who passed away have not left and the voices can be very painful to hear, so I can not speak out. The tears flowed and the nose rolled into a ball, but it was so quiet. They all came to see me, looking at me without talking, watching me alone in front of my grandfather sobbing.
I do not know how long I cried until I recovered and sat in the bedroom, next to my brother and sister with me. We do not speak, and the ground before me has long been a tear.
That night, I sleepless night.
The next day, I still stand in the hall with my grandfather. The door is similar to Grandpa Liu Grandpa came, he is playing with Grandpa grew to big, to this age, where we are only grandfather and he is still alive. Liu Peili pestle with crutches, walking quivering, uncle Liu sighed, shook his head, lost to go. I have never seen him since then. Perhaps eighty years of brotherhood is so over, right?
The third day of cremation, I failed to go. Back when there is a small box, on the table outside the house, after three days of ritual done, it should go to the earth. A pedestrian mighty go to a hill not far from home, the process of burial lasted more than two hours, during which I was still accompanied by tears. have a peek at this site | visit this web-site | read what he said | read the article | More Info | view | have a peek here | look these up | more tips here