It was a Thursday. I was sitting in class when my mother came to the door. She asked if I could leave early and explained what had happened to my teacher.
We arrived home and my brothers and Dad were sitting on the couch. My Dad explained what had happened.
“Granda has taken a turn and only has a few days left in him.”
They were the very words. Me, my Mom, Dad and 2 brothers started bawling crying. We ended up in the hospital for the next few days.
Suddenly all the lights went out and Granda died on the Saturday.
A hero never to be forgotten.