There are too many partings in a lifetime, time will never allow us to start over, and destiny will always make us unable to escape.
25/7/2018 changed my view of the whole world. When I was young, I could never empathize with life and death in fictional stories. I always felt that they were far away from me. It wasn’t until my grandfather, who watched me grow up left us forever, that made me feel the sad of human weakness for the first time.
On the evening of the incident, we had dinner at grandpa’s house and discussed our schedule for the next day, but in the tranquility of dawn, he passed away without warning. Mother told me that even if grandpa was in the hospital, there was no way to rescue him, since the doctor could not find the cause of his illness, a strong sense of helplessness surged into my heart. The sudden incident gave it a fatal blow. Because of the fear inside me, I did not go to his viewing. At night I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought- I was never afraid of falling when I was just learning to walk, because I knew that grandpa would always have my back; when my mother scolded me, rushing to grandpa was always the first thought in my brain; gobang, go, chess, poker… These skills were all taught to me by grandpa; when I learned to ride a bicycle, he scraped his leg in order to protect me; grandpa wore reading glasses every day, happily playing cards with his friends, and earnestly grabbing red envelopes on his phone. It’s really cute; and the fact that I accidentally called him by his full name when I was ignorant and little. My mother said that she would always get scolded for doing that by grandpa when she was little, however my grandfather just laughed. He told me it was okay. Thinking of this, my eyes blurred. The past is still vivid, and I always felt that my grandfather was still by my side, but slowly, I discovered that my grandpa would never come back again, and that grandpa who spoiled me would never be there. I just knew that that night was a farewell. On the surface, time slowly calmed down my longing for my grandfather, but whenever I saw an old man who was about the same age as my grandpa, whenever I encountered difficulties, I would think of that kind old man. Now, I really regret not cherishing my time with him enough. There are always times in my memory that I want to make up for.
It’s easy to part ways but it’s hard to meet again. I became the exception, and you will always be the only one in my heart.