He was a 94 years old at the time, and I remember riding in the my moms truck up the road to his house, where my grandma along with my cousins were waiting for us to get there, so we could all tell him what had happened to my grandpa together. However, we were waiting on two more people, my aunt and uncle who had left the hospital after my parents and grandma. Then the unthinkable happened, and I promise you I will never forget the screeching of tires on that November night. At the time I didn’t know what was going on, I just knew that something bad had happened. Then pretty soon a firefighter came to my granddad’s house and handed my grandma a purse and said he was so sorry as he shook his head. My grandma fell to her knees; and my cousin tried to take off running toward the wreck, but my father was holding him back as hard has he could. It was no use, he fought his way out of my fathers grip and took off running. What the firefighter said was true, my aunt and uncle had been involved in a collision when waiting to exit left onto our county road, another vehicle passed on a hill in their lane of traffic and hit them head on. The result of the crash caused my uncle to have a shattered leg and multiple cuts and bruises. It also faced my family with the hard task of planning a double funeral, for not only my grandpa but my aunt as well. I remember people gathering at my grandma’s house that night as the news spread. I vividly recall people using the word “tragedy” a