Maybe on the road of life, I have never been a mother or a wife, and there are many things that I have not had time to do, but I am very happy to meet you. I gradually begin to feel the fear of the loss of time and the fear of death. I understand that the fear of death is not the fear of pain that makes me unbearable, but my dependence on the world, my reluctance to let go of you, and my reluctance to let go of my loved ones.
Maybe it is because of death that I am afraid of your future life. Will you still remember me without me? If you remember me, you will be very happy. If you forget me, you will be very happy. What to do? It turns out that whether I remember or forget, I will be very happy.
I think what my grandpa wanted to say when he died was probably "Be happy, be happy."