I learned that death is a part of life when my cousin who was like my brother was murdered right before i turned four. We were at the funeral home and moma taken me up there to tell him bye. I was at the casket in mom's arms and i looked down and said "hey jacob, wake up now so we can go play!" He didn't even flinch and I looked at mom and saw her eyes begin to glisten with tears. She had pain etched on her face and I knew what death was.