Dangerously Close to

I only know that my grandfather adored my grandmother, to the point of being "crazy" about her.,When I was eight years old, that year, my grandmother passed away.,I will never forget, my once strong grandfather, with tears in his old eyes, sobbing and crying. He crouched for a long time beside Grandma's rocking chair. I will never forget my grandfather's hands, no longer young, tightly gripping Grandma's hand, which was gradually cooling and stiffening. At that moment, my grandfather cried like a child.。