Last year my neighbor Grandpa He passed away, and I couldn't rush back to attend the funeral. As soon as I returned home during the Chinese New Year, my mother asked me to visit Grandma He as soon as possible. Although they are just neighbors, I was almost brought up by their old couple when I was a child, and we have a deep relationship with them.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I happened to meet their daughter coming back from get off work. Grandma He was not at home and went to the cemetery alone. My aunt seemed to be disgusted with Grandma He going to the cemetery. I was puzzled. It stands to reason that it is normal for old people to be nostalgic and to visit graves often. I was embarrassed to ask, but my aunt saw what I was thinking and told me the whole story.
Grandma He has been in a state of despair since her husband passed away. She always carries her husband's photo with her and writes to him every night to update him on the day's daily routine. Her family is worried that it is not safe for her to visit the grave alone, but she says that there is someone there every time. That waiting accompanies her. Hearing this, I also felt that she was too sad and was afraid that she was suffering from hysteria, so I decided to drive to the cemetery to pick her up.
The cemetery is far away from the county seat, and it started to drizzle again. I couldn't figure out the direction for a while, so I parked the car at the intersection and prepared to ask someone. Turning to one side, he saw Grandma He walking over from a distance, with a person behind her to hold an umbrella for her. I quickly got out of the car and greeted her. She was very happy when she saw me. I helped her get into the car and sit down. I turned around and thanked the person who sent her off. The person looked very familiar, but he was dressed a little strangely. Very few young people are willing to do so nowadays. Wearing a Chinese tunic suit.
On the way, Grandma He told me that she chose a photo of her when she was young as the portrait of her husband , hoping to make him return to the way he was when we first met him when he left. As she spoke, she took out a photo from her arms. A small black and white photo was shown to me – a young man wearing a gray tunic suit and talking with a smile.