My first memory of my childhood was when I was four. That was the day that I watched you die. Do you remember the leather sofa you were lain on? Do you remember all the people huddled around your dying form? I remember every detail of it. I remember being too young to understand and accept. I remember getting wrapped in your caring embrace one last time. I remember watching the life leave your eyes. I've grown up, grandpa, but that doesn't mean I still don't cry. I miss you. #imissyou #death