When I was a child, I was very afraid of funerals. I never dared to go, nor did I know how to keep vigil. I was also timid. As I grew up, I gradually stopped caring about it.
My aunt's father passed away a few years ago. I should call him grandpa. I don't call him very much and I don't know very well. On the day he passed away, several people carried him back with a bed. Although I already knew the news that the person was dying, I was still very touched when I saw it with my own eyes. People die from illness, and there is no way to do it.
On the first or second day of the funeral, his granddaughter rushed back to see him. As soon as she entered the door, she burst into tears and said, "Grandpa, please get up, I've come back to see you..." I saw it in my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel sore in my eyes and wanted to cry. Only then did I realize that it's not terrible when someone dies, only those who are alive feel uncomfortable. Later, my mother-in-law was alone, but she was not alone. My aunt and the others would come over to stay with her every week during the holidays.
I really like this style of writing!
Memories of the past are like old photos, which are very precious and worth recalling and collecting.
When I was a child, I was very afraid of funerals. I never dared to go, nor did I know how to keep vigil. I was also timid. As I grew up, I gradually stopped caring about it. My aunt's father passed away a few years ago. I should call him grandpa. I don't call him very much and I don't know very well. On the day he passed away, several people carried him back with a bed. Although I already knew the news that the person was dying, I was still very touched when I saw it with my own eyes. People die from illness, and there is no way to do it. On the first or second day of the funeral, his granddaughter rushed back to see him. As soon as she entered the door, she burst into tears and said, "Grandpa, please get up, I've come back to see you..." I saw it in my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel sore in my eyes and wanted to cry. Only then did I realize that it's not terrible when someone dies, only those who are alive feel uncomfortable. Later, my mother-in-law was alone, but she was not alone. My aunt and the others would come over to stay with her every week during the holidays.
I really like this style of writing!
Memories of the past are like old photos, which are very precious and worth recalling and collecting.
The scene in my memory is so beautiful
"Busy" is a big bug for the author~ recall