I went to a funeral today, my uncle’s father. It was a good day, nice and pretty. Too bad you have to go to funerals on days like today. My cousins were there, all pretty shaken. Our mutual granddad died 8 years ago this month. So, they’ve gone through this before. They’re just now 20 and mid teens so this is probably the first really big death in their adult lives. These things touch you in ways, that you might not understand until later. I for one, never quite understood my Grandpaw until after his death. Actually until the past few months. They might not understand their granddad’s life until they start thinking back at all of the little things.