First remembered experience with death
My first remembered experience with brings me back to a young age. The death of one of my Grandfathers…he was not a biological Grandfather but I remember him being Santa for a Christmas or two (or maybe that’s just from watching a old VHS recording of the holiday). Either way I remember him just being gone and then a brief memory of walking down an isle with people crying to brown shiny box where he lay inside. I do not have any memory of being afraid just curious as to why he was in the box with soft lights around him. Then the memory fades and I have nothing else. This brief memory is now one of many a funeral and death I have attended in this lifetime, and it is the earliest I can recall-how precious.
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