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Since I was a child, I have always had trouble coping with my grandfather's death. I felt grief that his presence was erased from the facet of this world. But what gives me some hope is the fact that his presence still resides within me. His memory isn't a construction that only existed in the past, but continues to live in the present with me. That love and courage that he left behind in that third grader's conscious continues to grow, and as long as my brain remains bigger than the sky...it will be able to grow. I believe that everyone has the presence of a love one who has passed away, and to this day struggle to keep their presence alive.