When we were children, we fantasized about growing up, because when we grow up, we can do what we want. Later, when we grow up, we envy those carefree children, and we can never go back to that innocent world!
The year when my grandfather became seriously ill was also the year when I became ill at the age of 18. My family all knew that my relationship with my grandfather was very deep.
My family was concerned about my health, so they hid my grandfather's illness. I have never blamed my family for doing this, because I know that they are doing it for my own good.
At first, I didn’t know about it. But that winter, my mother went to my grandpa’s house too frequently, and she successfully attracted my attention.
I asked my family, and my mother first told me that my grandpa's illness was not very serious. I didn't say anything, but I had a strong premonition, and I felt in my heart that my grandpa's illness might not get better!
I chose not to cause trouble to my family. After all, my health was not very good at that time. I still chose to believe what my mother said. I knew it was self-deception, but there was no way.
I can only deceive myself in this way, as long as I don't cause trouble to my family at this time, I will be lucky. The price of growing up is to learn to accept separation, the separation of the death of relatives, the separation of friends, the separation of lovers, the separation of classmates' friendship,
And parting with the past self... No matter who you part with, this process needs to be borne by yourself.
At around 16:15, my family went to my grandpa's house. My father locked the big iron door for my safety.
I don’t know why, but God seemed to give me a message. About half an hour later, when I was lighting incense in the Buddhist hall at my house, I saw my grandma leaving with my grandpa, and my grandpa walked away with a smile.
Seeing this scene, I quickly called my mother and told her what I saw.
I wish my mother would scold me and tell me that it was not true! On the other end of the phone, my mother told me calmly that my grandpa had just died with a smile and no tears shed.
As soon as I finished speaking, my heart seemed to have stopped. I quickly put on my clothes and held fifty yuan tightly in my hand.
I jumped over the wall and went out, looking for a vehicle on the empty road that could take me to my grandpa. I ran for more than 500 meters to my grandpa's house, but there was still no car.
Yes, in such a cold winter and such a warm Spring Festival, who would go out in the evening? Just when I was about to cry, I met a couple driving their sick child to the hospital for a physical examination.
I begged them to take me for a ride. Maybe God wanted to take pity on me, an eighteen-year-old child, and the life experience that this coming-of-age ceremony had brought to me.
This couple finally agreed to take me for a ride, probably because they wanted to help me fulfill my wish to see my grandpa for the last time!
The car stopped in the alley of my grandpa's house, and I threw 50 yuan into the car. I rolled and crawled on the path leading to my grandpa's house. I had walked countless times on this road.
This time, a picture of me and my grandpa walking together appeared in my mind.
I never thought this road was so bumpy, but today I felt it. I fell down before taking two steps, and my body was covered with dust. I had no time to clean it up.
Washing my face with tears, I kept repeating: Grandpa is not dead, grandpa is still alive...