There are also many rumors about this matter among the people, saying that relatives will come back to see their families after they die, and some say that they will turn into moths and come back to see their favorite people. There are similar clips in Ching-Ying Lam's movies. In fact, I also heard friends around me say similar things, which was incredible at that time, but sometimes I experienced it myself and found that some things were really puzzling.
It was an early morning in the summer vacation of 2006 ~
Dingdingding ~ ~ Dingdingding ~ ~
In my sleep, my father's phone rang. I don't know what happened. My father's expression became very serious. I hung up the phone. Father told his brother and sister to get up: "Get up quickly and go back to your hometown. Grandpa passed away! " My head suddenly went blank. How? How did my grandfather suddenly die? He is always in good health!
I really hope this is a joke of my grandfather, but when I returned to my hometown in the mountains, my uncle, uncle, aunt, brother and sister, all my family and relatives were there. When I entered the room, I saw my grandfather lying in bed with half a box of milk on the floor. I realized that my grandfather was really dead! I haven't seen my grandmother. My relatives say that my grandmother is already at my uncle's house.
Accompanied by a bowl-breaking sound, uncle's voice: Dad, go home! Everyone carried grandpa's body down the mountain, came to his uncle's house and held a funeral. Grandpa's body lay peacefully in the mourning hall, and his children, daughter-in-law and son-in-law were crying in the mourning hall. Although we children knew that grandpa was lying inside, we were still scared when we first entered the mourning hall, just looking at grandpa in the corner.
According to family members, grandpa didn't suffer or get sick when he left, either for physical reasons or in his sleep. Grandma said, "Grandpa got up at night and drank half a bottle of milk alone. In the morning, I woke up and touched the old man's feet. It was very cold. He called me several times, but he ignored me. I tried my nose and found that the old man was out of breath. Put on clothes, put on crutches, and hurry down the mountain to find the eldest son. " Grandma was almost eighty years old at that time and walked down the mountain. She said she felt like her grandfather was leading her in front, and she walked steadily. Relatives also said that grandpa must be protecting grandma, otherwise an old man who is almost eighty years old could not walk so steadily on the rugged downhill road by himself. I can still see a picture in my mind: a crutch, grandpa holding this end and grandma holding that end, so grandpa led grandma down the mountain in front.
It makes me feel that my grandfather is back, and the strongest feeling is the first night of his death. Adults took our children across a dark road and took my brother and sister to Bo Er's house to sleep. I have a shadow on this road, because I have met buried people before and saw someone burning straw at the intersection. The adults said they were afraid of ghosts coming out, so I dare not go this way from now on. I have seen too many ghost films since I was a child, so I am very afraid of this.
At night, we slept in the bed, and everything was as usual. My brother and sister sleep in the same bed. They may be too tired and asleep. My cousin said to me, "Turn off the lights and go to bed." When the light went out, I closed my eyes and lay in bed, thinking about the things that sounded during the day. Everything feels so sudden. My heart began to feel inexplicably uncomfortable, flustered and breathless. I'm getting sick. I don't know what happened. I was suddenly flustered and had to ask my cousin to turn on the light. My cousin asked me, "What's the matter?" I said, "I feel terrible, I have difficulty breathing, and I don't know what's going on." To my surprise, as soon as the light comes on, I feel much more comfortable and have no difficulty breathing. Everything's fine. After a long time, my cousin turned off the light. As soon as I turned off the light, I began to feel uncomfortable again. I felt like someone was covering my chest, feeling chest tightness, and I endured it for a long time, so I had to wake my cousin up again and turn on the light. My cousin asked me doubtfully, "What's wrong with you today? Always turn off the lights. " I said, "I don't know, it's just that I feel uncomfortable when I turn off the lights, and my chest is stuffy, but just turn on the lights." I want to go to my uncle's house, but it's too dark outside and I'm afraid. " Cousin said, "I'll take you when my brother comes back." Cousin didn't turn off the light again, so she kept sleeping with the light on.
I don't know how long it took, but my eldest brother finally came back. I got dressed and asked him to take me to my uncle's house. When I arrived at my uncle's house, I came to my mother who was at the wake next to my grandfather's coffin. My mother asked me, "why haven't you slept yet?" What are you doing here so late? " I said, "I'm sleeping at Bo Er's. When I turn off the lights, I feel chest tightness, uncomfortable, and particularly uncomfortable. " Mom said, "Maybe Grandpa misses you and wants you to stay with him. You can sleep next to your grandfather. "
In this way, the elders were giving grandpa a wake, and I slept next to grandpa's coffin. Soon I fell asleep and slept until dawn. Maybe grandpa really misses me. Actually, I don't spend much time with grandpa. I only go back to my hometown during the winter and summer vacations.
Grandpa's sister was 88 years old, and she was 82 years old when grandpa died. According to my aunt, when people die, they will go to their concerned family homes in various ways to have a look. She dreamed that grandpa went to her house.
In a blink of an eye, on the day grandpa was buried, according to our custom, girls could not be buried with him, so we girls stayed at home.
The funeral procession is ready to go. I stood there and watched them go further and further. I subconsciously took a few steps forward and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my feet. I lifted my foot and saw that it was a thick needle used to sew mourning clothes. Half of it had passed through the sole of the lost shoe and was inserted directly into the center of my sole.
I didn't think much, so I just sat on the ground and pulled out the needle. I don't know why, or it was just an accident.
Later, I often dreamed of my grandfather, singing and dancing in a beautiful house, chatting with his father in a gazebo on the mountain, and playing with me. I told these dreams to my family. They said that the house where Grandpa danced should be the house where we made paper. Grandpa missed you very much.
Later, I dreamed that grandpa was shivering in his little clothes, so my mother made clothes for him to burn.
Now, I haven't dreamed of my grandfather for a long time.
I think my grandfather should be a handsome young man at the age of 15.