Memories

There is one memory that never seems to let me go. Its the memory of my grandfather dieing. I was in the fourth grade. I was only 9 but I understood how it felt to lose someone after that. I think the reason is the only other person of my family to have passed away till that point was my other grandfather. I was about around 4 I guess. It still hurt but I was really to young to understand what dieing was. I knew you would not live anymore, but I didn't really understand anything else. It was kinda weird being 9 and learning something like that. That's a feeling I will never forget.