When I was young before my brothers were born I always played with my grandfather, when my parents and I went to my grandparent’s summer house. I thought it was really fun because he was the only one at that time that really played with me. He enjoyed it a lot. Football, games and running was things we did together. My grandfather worked as a vet, he helped animals that were sick or had problems with anything. He thought about many things that had to do with medical and illnesses that were effected at that time.
The day had come; he was working at his job when his head started to hurt so much. It was not a normal headache; he felt that something was wrong. My grandmother was there so he told her to call an ambulance and she did. It took a while for it to arrive. Finally it was there, but it took a while to get to the hospital. He was unconscious and nobody could talk to him, it was like he was sleeping very deeply. When he arrived to the hospital, they x-rayed his head to see how much blood he had. The whole head was filled with blood, so there was no way of saving him anymore. He was in the hospital for a long time, but he was still unconscious until Sunday when he died.
The last minutes of life had disappeared for him and he wasn’t alive, it was a painful feeling that we felt, especially for my mum, dad, his wife, sister and other relatives. It was very boring and hard and you couldn’t really work or concentrate. The only thing that was in our minds was that time when we had so much fun together and everybody was happy, and lived happily ever after. Years have gone now, and it is not so sad anymore because we got through the hard times. The most sad thing was that my brothers Olle and Anton never got to see him because they weren´t born yet. I was only 3 years old when he died. One of the best days in my life, was when I spent my time with my grandfather before he died.
