Love can last forever.

It is believed that even though a family member or their beloved has passed away, people will still miss and love them. But the dead people are thought to be senseless. However, I believe that people alive can still feel the love from the dead person in their deep hearts. My dear grandma passed away two years ago, but I know she loves me, no matter in the past, at present or in the future, no matter she was living or dead. This eternal feeling has never been away from me. On the contrary, it always and will accompany me forever.

My grandma had a grey hair with a light fragrance, which made me felt comfortable all the time. Wrinkles crept over her front-head, leaving the marks of ages on her face. Her soft and big hands made me feel safety, and her amiable smile always eased my heart. The considerate expression in her eyes showed the love to me.

My earliest memory began with my grandma, for I was brought up by her. In my childhood, when I smiled, she smiled with me; when I cried, she comforted me and encouraged me. I still distinctly remember the picture- an old woman was standing in a shabby bus station and waiting for my coming back every afternoon. She waited and waited till she saw my presence. Then she would smile and wave to me from a distance. At that time, I couldn’t understand this love. I always felt shamed when I saw her standing there like a fool, because I was old enough to get back home all by myself. What’s more, her slow steps often made me annoyed and impatient. I often ran away in front of my grandma, regardless of her. But she never complained. All she wanted was to see me back and she enjoyed the feeling when waiting.

Her love seemed common but actually it was uncommon at all. I didn’t realize this precious treasure of my life till one day. One summer afternoon, the rain was pouring down heavily, I thought my grandma wouldn’t come. With the rain pouring, the wind blowing and the thunder roaring, it was extremely difficult for the bus to move forward. When I was getting off the bus, suddenly, I saw a thin old woman standing under the broken awning. It was her-my dear grandma. Though holding an umbrella, she was soaked from head to foot. At that moment, tears were welling in my eyes. I suddenly understood how deeply she loved me, there were no hot sunshine, heavy rain or gale in her eyes, all she cared about was me.

 Then I tried my best to pay back her love. Unfortunately, the God seemed to play a joke on us. She got a serious disease. Her memory was losing little by little. She couldn’t remember who she was, couldn’t find out the way back home, couldn’t tell who the others were, except her two beloved grandchildren- my brother and me.

In the last year of her life, she even forgot our nicknames, but she knew clearly who we were. When I called her “granny”, she answered me with the only one word that she knew——“yeah”. I knew she didn’t want to be like this. She just couldn’t remember. The expression in her eyes made me know that she still cared about me, for they were as same as before. She wanted to ask me whether everything was going well. However, she forgot how to say these words.

In the last year of my senior high school, she passed away suddenly. When I was looking forward to seeing her that weekend, to cleaning the other ear of her which I promised to do the next week, the sad news came to me.

She left my real-life, but never away from me. Even now, I know she is with me.

She may stand in some place that is not far away, with the same kind expression in her eyes as before, looking at me and encouraging me. Though I can’t see her, her love gives me a strong power. Such a power makes me not be afraid of darkness, not be afraid of difficulties and not be afraid of failure. I can smile to the life bravely, whenever it is happy or sorrowful moment.

My dear grandma’s eternal love always accompanies me. It has a magic power, which can travel through the barriers of time and space. I can feel it in my heart, from the childhood, through the youth, and till forever…