There have been many turning points in my life, but I would say one really stands out to me. This happened when my grandfather passed away in 2010. I talked about this event and how it affected my life in a reflection article earlier this year, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to process an event that changed my life. I clearly remember the day I learned of my grandfather's passing. I was at school. It was a normal and joyful day. My dad wanted to pick me up, but my friend's mom came to pick me up instead. He didn't want to tell me why, but I didn't think much about it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom wouldn't tell me why she was driving me home; all he said to me was, “Know, Ryan, that we will be here for you, no matter what.” I remember my friend and I were in a weird mood and started making jokes and laughing. I thought everything was fine. It was a normal day, right? Well, I got out of the car and went to my house. The gate and door leading inside were already open and my father came out to take me inside. He simply said to me, “Ryan, Grandpa died today.” I say it...