In the morning, my grandfather died. The first time when the complex emotions, a long time can not be dissipated. When the experience is still in the head, in retrospect is also filled with emotion, as if the time is fast, not long ago. The original number of some resentment, but with the passage of time are dissipated, the past few years the grandfather of the disease more and more bad, see the past only old and helpless, how many emotions are vanished, leaving only desolate sad. Life is alive, past clouds, dreamlike, willing to die rest, willing to live peace.