Cora-123
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- Phoenix, Arizona
In the memory of childhood, there are always some pictures that will become clearer with the passage of time. For me, those warm and peaceful days were spent with my grandfather. Because my parents were busy with business for a long time, my grandfather became the closest person in my life during the quiet time at home. He was not as strict as my father, nor as delicate and soft as my mother, but he had a silent and firm warmth, just like the old tree in front of the old house, always there to shelter me from the wind and rain.
My grandfather's hands were a little rough, but he always gently led me through the path in front of the house. In the summer evening, he would sit on the old rattan chair, pat my shoulder gently, and tell some stories from the past. Those stories contained the hardships of his youth, as well as the simplicity and kindness unique to that era. And I, lying on his knees, fell asleep while listening.
I always thought that such ordinary and warm days would continue. However, fate always likes to change its trajectory quietly. My grandfather passed away when I first entered college. That day, I stood in an unfamiliar campus in a foreign land, and it felt like a piece of my heart was taken away. At that moment, I realized that the feeling of "loss" was so heavy.
Many people say that time will dilute everything. But for me, my grandfather's figure is becoming clearer and clearer. His hunched back, his squinting and smiling in the sun, his warm and firm words, often appear in front of me at some inadvertent moment.
I miss the days of living with my grandfather, not only because of the warm company, but also because he taught me how to be a kind and tenacious person in silence. He used his simplicity and calmness throughout his life to give me the most solid support in my heart.
Perhaps, true nostalgia is not just sadness, but let that love and longing become the power to move forward. Although my grandfather has left, his spirit has long become the most gentle part of my life, accompanying me through every turbulent day...
My grandfather's hands were a little rough, but he always gently led me through the path in front of the house. In the summer evening, he would sit on the old rattan chair, pat my shoulder gently, and tell some stories from the past. Those stories contained the hardships of his youth, as well as the simplicity and kindness unique to that era. And I, lying on his knees, fell asleep while listening.
I always thought that such ordinary and warm days would continue. However, fate always likes to change its trajectory quietly. My grandfather passed away when I first entered college. That day, I stood in an unfamiliar campus in a foreign land, and it felt like a piece of my heart was taken away. At that moment, I realized that the feeling of "loss" was so heavy.
Many people say that time will dilute everything. But for me, my grandfather's figure is becoming clearer and clearer. His hunched back, his squinting and smiling in the sun, his warm and firm words, often appear in front of me at some inadvertent moment.
I miss the days of living with my grandfather, not only because of the warm company, but also because he taught me how to be a kind and tenacious person in silence. He used his simplicity and calmness throughout his life to give me the most solid support in my heart.
Perhaps, true nostalgia is not just sadness, but let that love and longing become the power to move forward. Although my grandfather has left, his spirit has long become the most gentle part of my life, accompanying me through every turbulent day...
