Love is a hot topic, but what is love? Here
is a story.
It took me a long time before I was able to
fully understand my grandparents' love. They wrote the word "Shmily"
in a surprising place for the other to find.1one of
them discovered it , it was his/her turn to 2it once
more---in shoes, under pillows, even in toilet paper…Their way of life, rather
than only a game, 3their
love, which not everyone is 4enough
to experience. They 5hands
every chance they had, finished each other's sentences and went to 6together.
But there was a dark 7in my
grandparents' life. My grandmother had breast cancer. It had first 8ten
years earlier. As usual, Grandpa was with her every 9of the
way. He comforted her in their 10room,
painted that color so she could always be 11 , even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now,
it was even worse, but they still went to church 12. Grandma
grew steadily 13until
finally, she could not 14 the house any more. For a while, Grandpa would
go to church alone, praying to God to 15his
wife out. Then one day Grandma was 16.
17 was written in yellow on the ribbon of my
grandmother's funeral bouquet(花束). As the crowd thinned and the last
mourners 18to
leave, Grandpa stepped up, taking a shaky 19, and
began to sing to her. Through his tears, the song came, 20.
Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma, for letting
me see.
S-h-m-i-l-y: see how much I love you.
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