I lost my father in 1998 to a massive heart attack.
He was not in good health.
The night my father called me and told me he was not feeling well i knew some thing was wrong then.
Then on the night of September 24 1998 my brother called me and told me my father had passed away.
So it hit me really hard and i started to cry.
Then my kids asked me what was wrong so i told them that there grandfather had passed away so then they started to cry to.
So then me and my children went and stayed with my mom for a while to help her out with every thing.
I am still with my mom today because she does not get around as well as she use to.
So i do things for her every day she needs me to do for her.
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