I was about three or four years old and I remember my grandfather coming to visit us at our house. He was wearing a red brown and yellow sweater. He had brought a friend along with him. We hate in the living room and I remember sitting by his side and hold onto his leg and not wanting to let go when he had to leave. I think the reason why I remember this is because the next time i saw him he had died. I don't know if the incident when he came to visit with his friend changed my personality or identity, but it did affect those around me who I loved.
