It all happened on my mom's birthday, which ended up to be a dilemma. My grandpa went into the hospital in the morning and they said nothing was wrong with him, they were wrong. Thank goodness my uncle was living with him because they ended up calling 911 later that morning. He was alive all day, and then died at night. I remember my mom only being home for about a half and hour that day, the rest of the day she was at the hospital and same with my dad. I still regret to this day that I didn't go to the hospital to visit him. My parents said that they would be back in an hour before they left to go back to the hospital, three and a half hours had passed. My grandpa went into cardiac arrest and lived the first time, the second time wasn't so lucky. Once my parents had come home, they had told us that my grandpa had died. the whole world and hemisphere felt like it stopped. I kind of expected it, but I was still extremely sad. He passed away so quickly. It was like he passed away as quickly as a spider about to be killed. I kept asking my dad why he had passed away so quickly. He said “he didn't suffer” My grandpa ended up having a heart attack and that's how he died. It came to the wake and I couldn't bear to go in. It was one of the worst days