“I remember him laying down. Laying in the cold leather seats of a French airport. In the dimly lit room in the hospital. In the lifeless position in a black casket. 2006 was the year I lost my grandpa.  I didn’t know him very well but this was my first experience with death. I remember that my brother didn’t understand what was going on, even a few weeks later. I had to explain to him and once he finally realized he couldn’t stop crying.”