More specifically a nose. I was 7 or 8 at the time and I didnt quite understand death. My grandfather had passed away and we walked up to the casket to pay our respects. I stood there looking at him and thought he was sleeping. He was Italian and had a pretty big schnoz. I decided to boop him on the nose to see if I could wake him. My dad quickly moved my hand out of the way and scolded me.

MacCostello 

My 13 year old died in Peru after getting caught in a whirlpool. We were on vacation. His mom (my ex) blamed me for his death and our other son also blames me so he doesn't speak to me. He's now 13 too. I don't force him to see me. When I drive home from work, I pretend that I am talking to my son about how his day was at school, what kind of music he wants to listen to, what he wants for dinner, etc. That is why I haven't gotten a new car. There are just too many memories.