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This article is dedicated to my grandmother and my family.

When I was a child, my impression of my grandfather was not very clear. Because grandpa died early, even my mother never saw him. However, I can always hear my family talk about my grandfather, and I can always hear them say that I am very similar to my grandfather.

When I like reading, my mother said that your grandfather also likes reading; When I started to learn calligraphy, my father said that your grandfather wrote the best Chinese characters; When I was stubborn, they also said that you were just like your grandfather when he was young.

Although I have never met my grandfather, he has always appeared in my life. Another reason why I have never forgotten my grandfather is because of my grandmother's company.

I have been afraid of strangers since I was a child. My grandmother always talks about me now. When I was a child, I was the hardest to bring. Don't say anything when you are often sick, and cry when you take it to anyone's house. I cried when I saw strangers and others hugging me. In short, in my grandmother's words, it is a miracle that I survived many disasters. ...

So, you can imagine how hard my grandmother and grandmother took me when I was a child.

Grandma often regrets that your grandmother is really partial to you, and the whole Nie family is partial to your granddaughter.

Although the memory of childhood is getting more and more blurred, my grandmother's figure can always emerge clearly in front of me.

When I was 5 months old, my grandmother liked to take an apple, scrape off the pulp with a spoon and feed it to me bite by bite. When I was a child, my grandmother also liked to make all kinds of Henan paste and noodle soup for me. Although I don't like spaghetti until now, I will always remember the taste of grandma.

I always say, why is grandma's skin so white? And I'm so dark? Grandma smiled, and I might follow my mother's skin color. I still remember grandma's arms were always soft and warm.

When I was a child, my mother was always mean to me. I looked really unpleasant at that time, but in my memory, my grandmother always spoke softly, never saw her yell loudly and always smiled at me.

Grandma always speaks with a fluent Henan accent. Although I have never been back to my hometown in Henan, I can understand Henan dialect because of my grandmother's local accent. I remember, grandma always said to me: Why are you so wordy? (ADHD, naughty) Then, I giggled.

When I was a child, the most sad and touching thing for me was that after my grandmother got Alzheimer's disease, when she was in the worst state, no one could remember her or recognize her. But when I arrived at my home, I was magically reminded of me and my mother, and she was as kind to me as when I was a child.

Grandma always gives me "private money". She is a retired worker and has nothing left except her own expenses. But I always remember that whenever she sees me every year, she will give me money for various reasons, such as starting school, having a holiday, celebrating the New Year and celebrating my birthday. ...

Later, I began to go out to high school, and the number of meetings with my grandmother became less and less. My grandmother changed her way of expressing her thoughts to buying pajamas. Every year before the Spring Festival, our family of three will receive pajamas, autumn clothes and pants from our grandmother. Grandma always buys many pieces for her children and grandchildren at once, and then always tells us to choose them at the first time.

Grandma buys pajamas for my mother and me every year. They are all pink. I still wonder, does grandma have a girlish heart, too?

Once before the Spring Festival, my grandmother took me to buy pajamas. She said to the shop assistant, I want the best quality pajamas, all cotton and pink. As an old man in his seventies, she just recited the measurements of the whole family.

What I admire most is that grandma can remember the birthdays of more than 20 people in the whole family clearly. Regardless of the lunar calendar, she prepares birthday gifts one week in advance and remembers to remind us to call to send blessings.

Grandma died more than a year ago, and we have forgotten our family's birthday. At this moment, I think grandma is becoming more and more great. Even though she is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, she can remember the birthdays of the whole family.

When I am writing at my desk now, I am wearing pajamas bought by my grandmother. At this moment, I feel how lucky I am. I am a writer, and I can express my thoughts about her in words.

The year before last, my grandmother's health became worse and worse. After learning the news, I took a temporary leave to go home, only to know that my grandmother had been suffering from lung cancer for three years. The whole family kept it from me, because I, a girl, had been studying outside, so I couldn't help and didn't want to take care of it.

After I know, I feel extremely sad and self-reproach, helpless and heartbroken. I asked my family loudly: Why didn't you tell me? Why?

I just know that grandma's cough is getting worse and worse in recent years, and she wakes up several times every night. I often watch her get up in the middle of the night and walk around drinking water, but I don't know how uncomfortable she should be at that time, and she never tells me.

When I was a child, grandma always had a lot to say to me. She likes playing mahjong, playing cards, listening to opera and getting up early to dance sword. However, in recent years, due to the double torture of Alzheimer's disease and lung cancer, grandma has become less and less talkative. I always ask, she answers. She always sits on the sofa silently, not knowing what she is thinking.

The year before last, that is, the year when grandma died. When I got home, I looked at my grandmother and didn't know what to say. Memories are like movie screens, turning over from my eyes frame by frame. Grandma's hair, I don't know where it is in memory, is all white.

However, grandma didn't live to be a hundred years old.

I had never been to a funeral home before I went to college, but it seems that the frequency has increased frequently in recent years. I went to my classmates' grandmother's funeral and looked at their unfamiliar and familiar faces. Suddenly, my vision was blurred and I was mentally prepared.

When I was at home with my seriously ill grandmother, I obviously felt people's deep powerlessness over the passage of life. I watched my grandmother cough and looked at her uncomfortable appearance. I didn't want to say a word, but it didn't help at all.

The short two-week holiday passed quickly. Before I left, I looked at my grandmother sitting on the sofa, and a voice in my heart told me: If you leave, it may be a lifetime. This may be the last time you see grandma. At that moment, I understood what "one million years at a time" meant.

Traveling thousands of miles and returning to the city where I work, I think about my grandmother anxiously while working. One day, my mother told me that my seriously ill grandmother broke her leg again, and now she can only lie in bed, and the whole family takes turns to wait on her.

At that time, my heart came again, and I always felt that parting was not far away. I don't know if I can ask for leave to go back to Xinjiang to accompany my grandmother. But the reality and my family think I'd better not come back and make trouble. So, that look really became eternity, and grandma really left like that.

201610125 at noon in the office, I received a phone call from my mother. In my impression, a strong mother almost never cried, but she burst into tears on this phone call.

I asked her: What's the matter? She said, didn't you look after the family information? Your grandmother left.

I collapsed on the spot. I burst into tears in the office of more than 20 people and was helped to the corridor by my colleagues. I have always been a person with developed lacrimal glands, but I didn't cry until the end that day.

I packed my things in a hurry and called my friend. One helped me book a plane ticket, one helped me book a hotel and one comforted me. I finally understand a sentence: there is no feeling in this world called "empathy". I thought I had prepared myself psychologically for nearly half a year, but when the news came, I was still on the run.

I was hugged by my aunt as soon as I got off the airport. She said my family was busy, so she came to pick me up. The first thing we did when we met was cry bitterly, then we sorted out our feelings and rushed to the funeral home.

I finally made it to my grandmother's funeral. My grandmother looks very peaceful, as if she were asleep. When she was asleep, her face was kinder and gentler than usual. Because the disease has tortured her for so long, she finally wants to go together, so that she finally doesn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to find water to drink; She can finally see grandpa; She can finally sleep in peace. ...

Later, I went to my grandmother's grave. The weather in the cemetery is always surprisingly good. The sky is as blue as a lake, or big clouds drift by slowly. Sky, I will never know what happened on the ground, nor how much sadness flowed in people's hearts.

I always say that I am a very lucky person. I have never experienced any twists and turns or even setbacks since I was a child, and I have always been smooth sailing without big waves. Grandma's departure really hit me like a bolt from the blue. I can't calm down when I mention it today.

I asked my parents the other day, have you ever dreamed about grandma? They all agreed that there were details in the dream. However, I didn't. I haven't dreamed of my grandmother once since she died. I want to dream about her, too

For more than a year, my aunt has been saying that she misses her grandmother very much. In fact, our whole family misses her very much.

Near the end of the year, before the Spring Festival every year, my parents and I will prepare paper money for grandpa to worship. In the past two years, there has been another person who needs to be prepared. I am not used to it. Every time I worship, my parents always ask me to tell my grandmother about my good changes and make her happy.

Just now, my mother was packing up the offerings for grandma's worship tomorrow, and her voice was a little hoarse. She said, Your grandma likes to drink yogurt, so bring her one. Jiaozi, the sauerkraut you just brought back from the Northeast a few days ago, hasn't eaten yet. Tomorrow morning, she will cook jiaozi and bring it to her. ...

Mom said I had a lot of courage when I was a child. With the growth of age, my courage is getting smaller and smaller, and I am suspicious all day. However, since my grandmother died, I don't seem so afraid of ghosts, because I always feel that my grandmother is watching me from the sky and that she and her grandfather will always protect me and my family.

It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to protect my grandmother. From the beginning of being sensible, I was afraid of one sentence: "Children should be raised, but relatives should not stay." When this kind of thing really happened to me, I realized the pain and sadness more. Therefore, I must remember one sentence: live in the present and cherish the people in front of me.

Now that I think about it, I feel lucky that my grandmother watched me grow up; I witnessed the growth of my work from a fur monkey who couldn't cry in kindergarten with her. Watching me grow from a sick child to a man who is 1.76 meters tall; Watch me grow from a tomboy who can only fish in the river and catch birds in the tree to a big girl who can take her boyfriend home to show her.

It's a pity that grandma can't see me getting married and having children, but I think she will know. She must be watching me silently in the sky.

But, grandma, you know, I will never forget you.

If you ask me: what will happen in this life?

When we meet again, I will dance and tell you.

Granddaughter? Nie Mengyin

mourn (for/over the dead)