The oldest
person I still remember is my grandfather, although he already passed away long
time ago. Every single human being can’t escape from death, we have some people
who we love or hate; we don’t want to leave or we never want to see them again.
However, how many people can stick in your memory when they are gone?
My
grandfather was those kind of people who had over-loved kids and always pamper
me, so he was the person who I mostly wanted to stay and love when I was a
little kid. Back to that time, my best time in my entire life—no worries, no
complicated thought, and no school—was the time that I was a kid. Had my
grandparents to take care of me was the best thing I could ever imagine. He was
tremendously unique for me-- from the memory of my childhood, he drank alcohol
everyday. That was the reason why he left all of us in my family when he wasn’t
that old. He had really dark skin, I guess it probably from the hard life by
doing the hard work and farming. He wasn’t tall, just like a normal Chinese. They
are the only features I could remember of my grandfather.
But there
are still some events that are memorable or funny my grandfather had done. All
those things were told by my parents, because I was too young to remember. The
day I was born, my dad was staying with my mom. He told me that the incredible
nervousness has caught on his mind, every man becomes a father is the most
nervous time through their life. Although I never have this kind of experience.
After I came to this world which was brand new for me, slowly pressing the
numbers on my dad’s cell phone to call my grandparents to tell them the good
news that I was born. As my dad told my
grandfather that he had a grandson, it brought all the tires from the bottom of
his heart. Because it has a significant difference that whether it was a boy or
girl by that time in China. That was one of the reasons why he loved me so
much.
Also, I was
not that kind of kids who completely listen to their parents’ order, so that I’ve
made too many troubles which were even uncountable. But every single time that
people criticized and educated me, my grandfather was the only person who stopped
them and told me that it was ok, he would handle this for me. I don’t have that
much memory from my grandfather, but I still remember his expression, his
emotion that he wanted to protect me.
Right now, I’m
sitting in front of my computer and trying to catch back those memories from
him. There is a wired feeling came up from my mind, I don’t think about my grandfather
a lot, and I don’t even miss him because it was too long ago which means the
sadness was already erased by the long time. But the inexplicable feeling was
that I’m touched by all the things that my grandfather had done to me. My tires
came up in my eyes, just like my grandfather heard I was born.
