[Graleyne]

I remember my grandfather dying when I was 13. Myself, and my two younger cousins (ages 10 an 8) at the time were home alone with him. In the middle of the night he woke me up and told me to come into the kitchen. I walked in there to find him dead on the floor of a massive heart attack.

I never thougt about what happened until years later, then it suddenly made sense to me why the paramedic looked at me so funny when I was telling him I was so glad my grandfather (the one who was dead on the kitchen floor) came and woke me up so I could find him instead of one of my little cousins.