It was after my first day of kindergarten, it seemed like any other day. But when my mom came home and was crying I know that something was wrong. I was only five so I didn’t know how to take death. When she told me that my grampe had died, it felt as if there was all of a sudden a hole in my heart. I remember thinking what was I going to do now. My grampe had always chased me around with duct tape when we saw me sucking my thumb. He also told me that if I kept sucking my thumb then I would start sounding like a duck. I remember the time that we walked on the shore of the beach and it smelled really bad and then we saw a dead sea turtle, and you told me that everything one day has to die. I also remember when we went out for ice cream and we both got huge ice creams and we would get crazy after. I didn’t know the last Sunday we had together would be the last good bye we would ever say. I remember the last few months of your life all you could eat was chicken broth, and I would always cry because you couldn’t eat like us. I always remember when we would take long rides to the beach and you would pull me around on the boogy board because I couldn’t walk anymore. I don’t really remember anything else because I was so young. I miss you grampe.