I attended my first funeral when I was five. It was the death of my grandfather. I was not close with my grandfather and I had not understood the concept of death. I was aware that death meant that my grandfather would not come back to life but my incomplete understanding and lack of close relationship with him at a young age did not make me feel any emotions. I remembered a part of the funeral where the adults will go and see his body during the wake. Out of curiosity, I wanted to go and I did not want to miss out when I saw the adults going forward to take a last look. Thankfully, my parents did not allow me to do so. I did not know what I would have thought and felt if I went ahead.