I was four years old when my grandfather died. I, whether because of my age, or my parents did not tell me the truth, did not understand the essence of the funeral. A cemetery with many grandmothers and grandparents. My parents left me with these grandmothers. The grandmothers were very upset, they cried, and I, completely unaware of what was going on, said, "Well, you are crying, you will meet soon!" I am still ashamed of them.