My first lost was with my grandfather. I was only 7 years old when I lost him. I wasn't expecting it although he's already suffering from a lung cancer. I can not forget that night when my grand mother tried to wake him up to arrange hem on his bed when he was sleeping, but he doesn't woke up anymore. I can still recall how I cried that night, it was the hardest in my entire life. I can still remember how painful that lost was. He was there as my father. I grew up with him. He really showed me that I'm loved and special. Him and my grandmother. I can even proudly say that I'm a spoiled grand son. I can't remember how I cope with the lost. I will never forget him.