虽然我只有十二岁,但是我却深深地懂得了悲伤的滋味,甚至也体会到死亡的痛苦。我的祖父在他年少时学会了吸烟，现在，他患上了肺气肿-一种对呼吸系统严重破坏性疾病.

　　自从祖父母过世以后，祖父一直郁郁寡欢，对一切都感到厌烦.他向来脾气不好，如今更是常对关心他的人说一些伤心的话.可是，当我出现在他身边时，他却能够变得随和起来.

　　近来，祖父的病情开始加重了，他不得不接受一次咽喉手术，并在患处植入了一个人工呼吸装置以辅助呼吸.医生表示，祖父已经时日不多了;然而，他却奇迹板的恢复了健康.他不再需要呼吸器，但仍不能说话.他的咽喉已经受了到严重的损坏，只能发出一些轻微的声音.当祖父住在医院里的时候，我和妈妈常乘飞机去探望他，大家都很担心再也见不到他了.当我们走进祖父的病房时，我一下子惊呆了，他看上去十分虚弱，几乎连哼一声的力气也没有了;但是，他还是极力想说些什么，我只听他说："我....你."

　　"你什么，爷爷?"我轻声问道.他再也没有力气回答我的问题了."我"和"你"两个字已经耗尽了他全身的力气.

　　第二天清晨，我和母亲就离开了.我一直在想，祖父究竟想对我说什么呢?直到我回到乔治亚州的家中之后，我才有所领悟.

　　在我们回家一个星期之后，我们接到那家医院的一位护士打来的电话.她告诉我们说，祖父让她的孙女打电话，告诉她"爱".

　　最初，我有些困惑，不知道他为什么只说一个"爱"字，而不是说"我爱你".不过，我随即便想起来那天在医院里他耗尽全身力气想要告诉我的话，原来就是"我爱你"想到这一点，我被深深地打动了.一股暖流顿时涌上心头，我的眼睛不禁有些湿润了.

　　几个星期的痛苦折磨后，祖父终于可以开口说话了.我们每晚都要给他打电话，而祖父常常说五分钟就要停下来歇一下，他实在太虚弱了.即便如此，每次在我们挂断电话之前，他总要对我们说一句"我爱你"或"我愿意为你门付出一切".除此之外，还有一句令我深为感动的：你是我活下去的唯一理由."这些话，是我听过的最好的赞美.

　　如今，祖父的病情依然没有大的好转;我也懂得，与他在一起的时间将越来越少.值得庆幸的是，祖父愿意让我和他一同分享他的情感.这份经历使我学会了许多事情.不过，我懂得的最重要的一点就是，"我爱你"这三个字并不是看上去那么简单，它可以是一个人生存下去的理由.

　　感悟....

　　"我爱你"这简单的三个字，由于被说的太多了，在某些时刻，对于某些人，似乎只是一种应时应景的口头语.很多时候，我们在说这三句话的时候，并不懂得其中所蕴涵的深意.其实，"我爱你"并不仅仅是一句温情的表达语，他代表着一种深层次的精神力量.有时，爱甚至是一个人生存的理由.

　　The Reason for Living

　　I'm only twelveyears old. but I know sadness and the fear of death very well. My grandfather has been amokong since he was a young teenager.and now he has a terrible disease called emphysema'that ruins the respiratory system.

　　Ever since my grandmother died,my grandfather has been depressed-mad at the world .He is a very ornery man andhas said somehurtful things to nice people. But when he is around me,it is like a whole sofu side of him becomes esposed.

　　Recently,my grandfather got very sick. He underwent surgery on his throat and had mschine called a respirator to help him breathe.The doctors thought that his days were numbered,but miraculously he recoverd. He was tsken off the respirator, but still he could not talk. It strained his voice badly to make the slightest noise. While my grandfather was in the hospital,my mother and I flew to Pittsdurgh to be with him. We were very fearful wi would not see him again.When we reached my grandfather's hospital room, I was shocked by his condition. He looked so sickly. He was hardly able to even grunt. Somehow tough,he managed to mumble, "I you ."

　　"You what,Grandpa?"I whispered. He didn't have the energy to answer me. He had exhausted all his strength with thosetwo syllables,"I you."

　　The nest morning my mother and I had to leave.I kept wondering just what it was he had tried so deperately to tell me. It was not until I was back home in Georgin that I learned what he bad tried to say.

　　A week after we returned home.My family reeived a phone call from one of the nurses in the hosptial. She told us that my grandfather had said:"Call my granddaughter and tell her love."

　　At first I was a little confused,thinking why he would just say "love",why not "I love you"? Then it hit me,the day we were in the hospital he had been trying to say,"I love you",I was really touched.I felt as if I was going to cry,and I did.

　　After many painful weeks,my grandfather was finally able to talk. I called him every night. Normally he had to stop after about five minutes because he was too weak. No matter what,though,every time we hung up he would say"I love you"and "I'd do anything for you". These,along with his moving words ,"you are the only reason I live," are the best compliments I haveever received.

　　My grandfather is still very ill and I know our time is limited.Ifeel very honored that he he has shared his feelings with"me. I have learned a lot fuom this experience. But the most important thing I've learned is that a simple"I love you "is reallymot simple . It is a reason for living.