By Cynthial
This double seventh festival, my grandma left us. I have always regretted that I did not take my grandma to visit my university when she was healthy. When grandma got sick, she often said that she wants to live a few more years and visits the place where I work in. I'm twenty this year, and I'm a sophomore in college. I don't know where I will have a job in the future. But my grandmother, she is eighty-two this year, she can't wait until the day I get a job after graduation.
Before the holiday, my parents contacted me for a part-time job during the summer vacation, which was close to my home, so I could go back to see my grandma when I was free. Before my vacation, my grandma kept nagging at me and asked me when I would go back. When I came back home from school, my grandma was not in such bad shape. I thought she would recover from her illness and she would stay with us for a long time. After a few days at home, I went to work. I went to work for twenty-five days, and came back in those days. The last few days， I wanted to go back to see my grandma in advance, but she turned me down and said I should focus on my work. She insisted again and again that I could only listen to her and work hard. The day before the double seventh day, I went back home. My grandmother sat in her chair and moaned. She was so thin she had only a bone. I told grandma I was back, but she did not respond. I don't know if she heard me, or if she knew her favorite granddaughter was back. I held her hand and stayed by her side. When she got better, my mother asked if she knew I was back. She said she knew. For days, my grandma could no longer stay in bed. She spent the last days of her life in a chair. The hospital said there was no hope, and painkillers also didn't work. All we can do is be there for her.
That night all night we stood by grandma. At twelve o 'clock in the evening , we went to bed , Uncle and father, anut and mom continued to watch grandma. At five o 'clock in the morning, my sister and I got up to take care of grandma again, other people to go to sleep. Later, I was so sleepy that . By the time I woke up it was past seven. I felt hungry, so I washed my face and found something to eat. When I got back to grandma, uncle held her. I found that grandma did not moan anymore. I thought she might not be so painful. Then mom woke up and sat in for a while, and my aunt suddenly said, something's wrong with grandma. We awoke with a start. The uncle looked at grandma and said that grandma was gone.
On the morning of QIXI festival, three minutes after eight, my grandma left us forever.
My grandma ended up marrying twice. For the first time, she was rejected by her husband's family because she couldn't have a baby. After divorce, she married my grandpa. However, after my grandma married my grandpa, the bitter days did not end. Grandpa likes drinking. He always makes a scene after drinking. He would hit my grandma and chase my uncle with a knife. Then my grandpa died because he drank the wrong medicine when he was about 50 years old. After grandpa died, grandma began to live a stable life.
Grandma is very thrifty. When I was a little kid, she taught me to treasure every grain. There was a grain of rice or a grain of corn on the ground, and she would tell me to pick it up. My grandma loves me very much, and always leaves me something delicious to eat. I have a long time to go home after school, so sometimes what she left me when I got home is overdue. Grandma likes clean. She kept the house and personal hygiene very well. The old people in our area are used to work hrad and so did grandma. Before her illness, she could herded sheep, fed pigs, and planted crops in the fields. Sometimes we worried her and won't let her do the works, and she'll be angry with us. Grandma loves Buddha. She used to take me to the temple in the village every year. At that time, there was no car road in the village. We walked for two or three hours down the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha. Grandma loves the motherland and the communist party of China. When I was a kid, she used to tell me stories about the war, about the revolutionaries of the old generation, about the hard times of the past, about why we were able to have a good life later. My grandma likes singing red songs. I used to tease her to sing to me. Grandma could sing without the communist party, without the new China, eastern red, etc.
Grandma has passed away, but those memories are still vivid. I'm sure grandma must be looking up at me in another word. I will take my grandma's to live well.