I was 8 weeks past my 3rd birthday.I remember being very freaked out because I knew what dead was and I thought it only happened to old people who were sick as had happened to both of my grandfathers in the past year prior to this.I remember it was the first time I saw both of my parents cry.I think it was the first time I realized that there were many things they couldn’t fix.
What a memory for three and that you realized that your parents couldn’t fix everything back then.
I was in second grade when our teacher told us the news. I remember going to church in the middle of the week, which was unusual.