My grandma passed away today. She was a small and strong old lady. When I was a child, my grandma would always take me to various banquets. She would always give me the biggest piece of meat. She would always be proud to show off to the relatives who attended the banquet that I could eat so much meat. Every time fireworks and firecrackers were set off during the banquet, she would always use her small body to block them for me, and use her warm hands to cover my ears to block the loud noise of firecrackers and fireworks. Before she died, my grandma was unconscious and could not speak, but she held my fingers tightly, and I knew what she wanted to say to me. Grandma's hands were warm, the same warmth as my childhood. My childhood with grandma was very happy. From today on, I don't have a grandma anymore. I will pass on my grandma's warmth. 

In memory of grandma.