A.S.
One of my earliest memories is of going to my great uncle's funeral when I was 4. I distinctly remember some people's emotions (just as I did the milkshake that my parents allowed me to have on the way home). As a kid, I learned a lot about people's feelings, something I was actually grateful to be exposed to in retrospect. When I needed to go to a funeral last year, I took my one year old with me. While she clearly won't remember any of it, several family members commented on how appreciative they were to have a young child around.