Grandad
Died very suddenly, one minuet he was fine and the next he had had a massive heart attack and was fighting for his life. I remember helping to wheel him up to the correct ward (God bless the NHS) and the doctor telling us there wasn’t much we could do. I took my Nan home and because she was in a bit of a state I stayed with her. She went to bed and I sat on the sofa. We all knew that he wouldn’t last the night so I decided to stay up and drink a bottle of scotch to help relax. I got the call at 4 in the morning that he had gone and had to organise a cab to take me and my Nan back to the hospital to see him one last time. When I saw him laying there I knew he was gone and that what was in the bed was just a shell. It also helped that I had consumed the best part of a bottle of Bells or I don’t think I would have had the guts to see him. Sorry for the length and the lack of humour but it's my first post.
(Jonny Wishbum had bad ear sight, Tue 4 Mar 2008, 16:08, Reply)