Life and death throughout the years has touched me as a person. I’ve seen many people born and plenty of deaths. From family members to friends. Burring a 89 year old to a 4 year old impacts your life in the same but different ways, your left with overwhelming grief and sadness but in some cases you find the silver lining of peace. Holding a precious newborn in your arms for the first time gives you the same type of peace but also a joy and blissful happiness that is unexplainable. The only way I know how to describe these is to describe the scenarios. The earliest memory of death that I have is being 5 years old and painting the living room with my family. I was playing more than anything but all 7 of us were in the room and enjoying the family time. It was December and I can remember the cold air seeping in the old windows, my mom picked up the phone laughing as I fogged up the windows with my breath to drawl smiley faces; I turned smiling to her and just saw her loose the Cheshire grin off her face. Everyone in the room went quiet. As my mom hung up and had tears rolling down her face and looked straight at my dad to say my great grandmother had passed away. I was clueless and didn’t understand why everyone around me was starting to get sad and cry. I asked my mom “why are you crying”, all she could do was hug me and say my great grandmother was at peace. You see she had Alzheimer’s and suffered greatly. She was bed ridden and couldn’t even feed herself. It wasn’t until later that I understood how my parents and grandparents felt, they were sad that my great grandmother was gone, but at the same time they were relieved that she wasn’t suffering and that the constant care that was required, 24/7 tedious and no room for mistakes care was no longer a stress over them. There was a beauty released into their lives from not having the stress anymore. They were light hearted again and freer to do with the rest of us. As