A couple of days ago, I went home do some things personally.
I went to visit grandma with my father, you know, I could not be there alone. there are so many graves there.
" We had visited all ancestors at your grandpa's birthday, we may just brun some money paper and talk to her, she will bless you all." dad said. "grandpa's birthday? when? " I was surprised said. " almost ten days ago! " I forgot grandpa's birthday totally. actually, I don't care when is his birthday. I have hated him since grandpa got married again when my poor grandma died. there is no need to memorize his birthday, I know I will speechless if I face him even give a phone call.
Be honest, to grandpa's past, I have hated, now, I confused that I hate him like before or I just forget to hate him, sometimes I forgot I have a grandpa. so, seems I am a hater, always do keep others bad impression in mind. am I really a that kind of person? I don't want to like that. eventually I figure out what I should put away. No matter what kind of person he was, now, he just a old man getting old gradually. I was so stupid, family is family, will never ever change.
No matter how deep the hated was, how strong it was, it would fade away with time flies. these memories would be worn down too. it flied away early in chill wind, just did not notice. maybe I just don't put my face and principle aside to call "grandpa" or to greet " how are you?"
Something was gone, do not want to sigh " I have lost more some precious thing than before".
Just cherish what we have, not hate.