Being almost 3 years, I do not remember much of this year except some vague memories. One of them was the passing away of my grandparent Saif Mikati. I used to like him a lot. The vague scenes I preserved were the sight of my preganat mother crying when she was informed her father passed away, my grandmother with her tears in her eye hugging me and saying I will never see my grandfather anymore, the scene of the ambulance from the baclony where my aunt Ghada telling me"look at your grandfather" and I could not find him and finally, the "death chanting" from the holy Quran which was filling the house. Thie caused a scare in me which scared my soul for a while.