When I was younger I always wondered why I only had one grandfather from my father's side. I was always confused why other kids had two and I only had one, when I use to ask my mother why I have never seen her father she would always change the conversation and get really sad. Until on day my older brother asked her and she was like he had passed away before you were born. I didn't really know what that meant until I finally decide to ask her what that meant and she told me the same thing that he had passed away I told her to explain to me why I only had one grandfather. She finally decided to tell me that he had die a few years before me and my older brother were born. I think that my childhood story relates to the color of water because I didn't know why I only had one grand dad.