Grandpa has been gone for five years. In my impression, he was thin and kind-hearted. My parents often told me to remember to honor Grandpa as I grew up. Since I was little, Grandpa treated me especially well. When there was no fish to eat, he would go to the fish pond with a net to catch fish for us to cook. When there were no vegetables, he would dig up bamboo shoots to stir-fry. I would have dinner with Grandpa and my cousin under the warmth of the kitchen. Every time I wanted snacks, Grandpa would think of riding his bike to buy them for me. When I was a child, I occasionally fell ill. At that time, my parents were in debt and had no money for my medical treatment, so Grandpa took 50 yuan from under his pillow and gave it to my mom, saying, "The child is sick, hurry and take her to see a doctor. Don't delay it." Looking back now, I feel that Grandpa was very good to his family, never complaining or grumbling. Even when Grandma scolded him a bit, he would let it go. On weekends, when the sun rose, Grandpa would be at the stove cooking. Grandma would be outside feeding the chickens and sweeping the floor, and she would start complaining: "You two ladies still haven't gotten up? Are you waiting for me to serve you?" Grandma had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. However, she felt that her daughter had married late and ended up with a man who was deeply in debt, and then had a foolish daughter. She secretly hid 400 yuan in the rice jar, and one day she asked my mom directly, "I put 400 yuan in the rice jar, and one bill is missing. Did you, Guanglan, take it?" My mom said she didn't know there were four new bills. Grandma thought my mom had stolen one! She was furious with Grandma, thinking, why would she steal when there was no money? Grandma never loved her eldest daughter. Grandma had seven children; a few of my aunts went to college, while my mom and second aunt worked on the farm! They worked hard without complaints. During the Cultural Revolution, my mom was born into a difficult situation. She could have gone to school but was affected by the revolution. You all should know about the Cultural Revolution, right? Grandpa was implicated. My mom secretly cried, and Grandpa reminisced about the past. In 2015, Grandpa accidentally fell on the road. No one helped him up, and he struggled to crawl back home. A few days later, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he slowly lowered his head and went to heaven. On the evening of August 16, my aunts and uncles saw that Grandpa had passed away. When I returned to my aunt's house after school on Friday, I was told, "Grandpa has passed away." They originally wanted to take me to see Grandpa one last time, but they were afraid I would faint, so I couldn't go. On the day of the funeral, all relatives and friends came, kneeling from noon until 1 AM to send Grandpa off. I cried the hardest.