May there be no more of us in heaven.

The fortune teller said that grandpa was a osmanthus tree eaten by insects, but it fell down after all.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, grandpa turned 70. After New Year's Day in 17, according to the local chronological method, he was 7 1 year old. 1 2, grandpa suffered a third stroke in bed due to high blood pressure. After all, he didn't make it through the New Year and died on the 9th. For grandpa's death, my uncle said that grandpa couldn't help but keep his mouth shut and ate fish head, which led to high blood pressure. Aunt said grandma didn't take care of grandpa at home, and didn't take him to get a antihypertensive injection. My mother said that grandpa died, and I said that we, the black sheep, let grandpa die young and didn't enjoy his old age ... Grandpa had a stroke, was paralyzed, lost his voice and couldn't even open his eyes. Only his throat was pulled hard and made a mess. Every pull is the countdown to life, and every dozen may be the end of life.

I used to think that when Grandpa left, we would all gather at his bed and listen to him say goodbye to us one by one, and we would burst into tears. But when he left, we were not in front of the bed, and he left quietly. I used to think that grandpa would not close his eyes when he left, because his lifelong dream of Gai Lou had not been realized and his favorite grandson had not grown up. But when he left, he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes to see the children he raised and the home he created. Grandpa never shut up when he left. Maybe he has something to say, but he can't say it all his life. Maybe he has last words to tell us, or he is waiting for someone. Perhaps, he is waiting for the eldest son who has eaten away at him and the eldest daughter-in-law he once loved. But the eldest son didn't see him for the last time, and the eldest daughter-in-law won't come to see him for the last time. He left us with regret and disappointment.

By the time I got home, grandpa had had a stroke for four days, and there were still four days before his life. I went to grandpa's bed, and grandma whispered his name in his ear and sobbed, "My nephew came to see you." Grandpa didn't respond, he had lost consciousness. I reached out to shake his hand, and for the first time I found that grandpa's hand was so warm and generous. His hand didn't move. I tried to hold his thumb, as if he had moved, or as if it were my illusion. He is still just breathing hard, like a generator that runs out of fuel, full of power, but making a hollow sound that almost stops. I put his hand back under the quilt and studied his face. For the first time, I found grandpa's expression so peaceful. I called "home dad" twice, but he still closed his eyes and didn't respond. I turned around with tears in my eyes. I saw my grandfather's upright middle-aged photo on the desk, which was so natural and unrestrained, and there was a certificate embedded in a photo frame next to it, which read-1992 advanced production unit. There is another photo on the photo frame. Grandpa is wearing a white shirt. The whole person is a little swollen, but it looks good. This is a picture of himself. There is also a birthday hat under the table. I ordered a cake for him on his birthday last Mid-Autumn Festival. On that day, he put on his birthday hat, lit candles, made a wish and spread cream all over his mouth. He left this birthday hat until now, and the photo I took for him that day has not been developed for him.

When I came to see grandpa again, he was already lying on the longevity tree in the first room with a book on his face. My grandmother made me kowtow when I entered the room. Before I got up, my grandmother began to cry, saying that my grandfather loved my study the most, and often asked me about my study. I often looked forward to my graduation to find a job and get paid, and then I enjoyed it ... Listening to my grandmother's cry, I suddenly found that I had neglected my grandfather for too long. Every time he asks me about my work, I am always impatient, because I have told him many times that I am still studying. Only last May, I called my grandmother's house, and she stammered about my study at school. At that time, he was already aphasic because of a stroke, but we didn't realize it. We thought Grandpa had Alzheimer's disease and wouldn't think about it any more. I blame myself. If I can graduate early, or be more concerned and patient with my grandfather, accompany him to see a doctor regularly and talk to him more, will my grandfather see me graduate and find a job, and will I honor my promise and give him a happy old age?

Grandpa loved decency and excitement all his life, but his funeral was funded by raising money. Grandma took out the rest of her life savings, my uncle took out the only 5,000 yuan she had worked for all her life, and the two young aunts each took out 5,000 yuan, while my mother was completely disappointed and unable to support her family, only taking 2,000 yuan, and the rest were gifts. The funeral process was chaotic, and relatives always blamed each other. Even at the memorial service, I helped my uncle write a speech. When the Taoist priest told him to talk, he stood up and said, "I won't talk." I knelt behind him and vaguely saw his embarrassment. He cried at his grandfather, but he also laughed at his disappointment. My aunt and I are always complaining and arguing. Maybe this family is always quarrelling. The Taoist priest finally got angry and said how a child could be so busy at his father's memorial service. I looked around and glanced at my fellow villagers standing by, smiling at my mouth. This must be ironic. Laugh, anyway, my grandfather has been laughed enough by them in his life. When he was young, he traveled all over the country with infinite scenery. Decades later, he became a poor man in the village, the only poor man who didn't build a building, and two disappointing sons ...

Grandpa was carried up the mountain and buried next to his great-grandmother. Last May, my great-grandmother passed away, and her grave was covered with new grass. Grandpa came to worship her in May. Maybe my grandfather had told my great-grandmother that he would go to accompany her at once and wouldn't leave her alone. Grandpa was buried next to his great-grandmother, a new grave and a semi-new grave, two side by side, facing a lake. Someone said, "The scenery here is good and the lake is spacious."

I don't know what heaven is like. Quiet? However, I hope there will be no more of us in heaven, and they will be happy and healthy in heaven.