“I was 6 and remember playing in my room and my grandpa walks in and talks to me for a few minutes. After a bit, he gets up and tells me to “be a good girl for mom,” kisses me on the forehead, and walks out. Mom comes in about 5 minutes later, hysterical, and told me my grandpa had died overnight and we had to leave to go be with the family two states over where he lived.”