One of my earliest memories was running through my aunt's house to my grandfather's room. He was lying in bed and my sister and I were happy to visit him. My aunt was standing by the head of the bed. The light coming through the window was bright. Grandpa waved to us. I know now that he was dying of lung cancer. I couldn't have been more 3 as my next vivid memory is sitting in Mom's lap at his funeral. That would have been late October 1963.
It all blurs together with funeral of John F. Kennedy as I remember the funeral in November, 1963. I've got it tagged in my memory because everybody in my world was sad