When I was little I witnessed my first human death at the age of six. I was in kindergarten and it was the death of my brother’s best friend. He and everyone knew that he would pass soon because of what he was born with. When he passed I went to the funeral, however I didn’t know why everyone was sad. The truth is, I knew he was still here. Here, not near, I felt as if tears were being shed for a shell. Back then I had more of a sense, now I just have an understanding for what it meant to me. I wonder, why shed tears for those here now, when you could feel that they’re here. I hope this helps in something more understanding in knowledge. Death is what you make it.