It’s so easy to take away lives.
Qingming festival is coming, it reminds me of my grandpa who died like eight years ago. I remember I was in Grade Three and at lunch my dad came and told me that grandpa was dying, but I was too young to understand what is death. So on the way back to grandpa’s home, I was very excited about leaving school even though I noticed others were all serious and they were all in slience. I was too young to understand why.
By the time we arrived there, grandma stopped crying already, she told me that I didn’t have a grandpa anymore, I cannot believe that I answered “I know”. And then I heard someone crying inside the room, that was my cousin she was sad of course, grandpa raised her. I went into the room, and grandpa was lying in the bed closing eyes and not moving at all, I called him ”grandpa?” and he didn’t answer of course.
Suddenly I reminded something happened in a TV series that I used to watch, a person died in that TV series and that person was exactly the same as grandpa. I don’t know why but I just started crying, screaming and I couldn’t remember I cried for how long, all I can remember is my mom held me tightly and took me to another room.
That was the first time that I faced death. But years later I saw another death, that was a car accident happened in front of my house. Me and dad was going back home and we both saw it, a young women lying on the floor didn’t move at all, and also I saw blood this time. I was thinking, it is so easy to take away lives, so easy. I didn’t feel to much fearness, just kind of sad about this. Anyway it reminded me of my grandpa.
The third time happened recently, death came to my uncle. He was never a nice man, wasn’t nice to my cousin or either my aunt. When we were children, me and my closet cousin, almost ever time he came over my house he was injured, he hated him and so did I. Cause I remember once when I was still a little girl, he kissed me on the face and I felt sick.
But when he died, everyone cried about it, even my cousin, even me. I realized I missed him so much, cause it’s been years I haven’t seen him, I wasn’t even at his funeral. My cousin grew up in one night and now he has to raise his family but he is still so young. When my uncle died, he was totally drunk and he fell down from the stairs, maybe it didn’t hurt him. But it was midnight and nobody noticed him until the second day.
He died, cold and alone. But I really want to say I miss him, shamefully I don’t even have a picture of him.
I am wondering, will there be a place we can meet each other again at the end...