I only visited my grandfather a couple of times before he passed way but my earliest memory is of him drinking a beer out of a can and sitting in his favorite chair.
Fast forward, we attended his funeral and it made me sad because I saw my mother sad. It was my first time to ever see anyone in a casket, it kind of scared me; I was nine years old.
Fast forward, we attended his funeral and it made me sad because I saw my mother sad. It was my first time to ever see anyone in a casket, it kind of scared me; I was nine years old.
