In those last days of Spring, they all mourned the loss of Grandfather. All of the Grandchildren and close relatives deeply reflected on their beloved Grandfather. With introversion, they came to isolate themselves and mused about what he meant to them. Their heartfelt conclusion: that their Grandfather was the best thing that had ever happened to them. Nothing else they had experienced in their lives could compare to their feelings, deep emotions and great love for him. Now, all that's left is sorrow. Whatever happened to the beatitude and euphoria they had all once felt when together with their Grandfather?