To my dear grandmother.

Hot flames burn my hot eyes. On February 4, the hospital corridors echoed with wheels and shouts. Grandma didn't make it to the new year. The blood on the white pillow, the closed eyes, the dark yellow sunken cheeks, the pale nails, there were no needles, no electronic devices. By the time I got there, Grandma wasn't angry.

How I wish I could see the patient who moaned in pain and mistook the bed for a wheelchair a few days ago. Even if you are ugly, even if you are stupid, even if you are not good enough, the heartbeat meter tells me that you are still alive. A moan tells me that you are still alive. Shaking your head and refusing to wear an oxygen mask so hard also tells me that you are still alive. Grandma said that many people left in the beginning of spring. I also refuted her. But the pain of my mother lying on the ground, the sobbing of my uncle buried in the neck of my friend, and everyone's swollen red eyes told me that my grandmother had gone to another paradise. Such a person, only in his early sixties, is indeed bitter and unsweet. An unhappy marriage, worrying about the lives of your children, worrying about the growth of your children, such a person, there are only a few photos before his death, and every photo is frowning. Such a person can no longer bear the suffering of this life in the first few weeks. He begged the doctor to give him a happy medicine but failed. Grandma, my dear grandmother, do you want your raised belly to disappear? Do you want your children to stop crying?

Grandma, it's cold to open the door, but they say you'll find your way home. Grandma, are you cold? It shouldn't be cold. Those five gorgeous dresses are so gorgeous. Mother said you were a great beauty when you were young. I guess so. When you were seriously ill, you suddenly began to believe in Buddha. You thought it was God's punishment for you, and the sound of Amitabha stung everyone's heart.

I am afraid to see your photo, as long as I see it, I can't stop crying, tears mixed with too many emotions, too much control.

Grandma, I hope you have a good journey.

And I hope that on the other side, you don't suffer any more.

Author: Crazy Green