>be a young 13 year old anon.
>Grandpa was god damn amazing.
>Would take me out for burgers and ice cream a lot of timeswhen he picked me from school. (Pretty often since parents were busy)
>Started teaching me to drive his old Chevy truck, letting me drive around abandoned parking lots and shit.
>Told me kickass old war stories from WWII
>Most were probably fake but I didn't care.
>Being generally awesome.
>One day I'm at Dairy Queen (one of the places we go to) and just eating the ice cream.
>I finish and put my head on his left shoulder.
>he doesn't react like usual.
>He doesn't even notice I did.
>"Grandpa?"
>Notice him clutching his chest.
>Don't feel his heart beat
>Holy fuck my grandpa is having a heart attack
>Get him into the truck
>drive like hell to the hospital.
>Somehow make it there without crashing
>Get him into a room
>Use a phone to call my parents
>They arrive and my grandpa's heart hasn't been beating for over 10 minutes.
>Doctors using defibrillators and shit
>Haven't gone to church in forever, but you bet I prayed.
>I prayed for my grandpa, and promised I would do anything for him to live.
>half an hour passes and they bring us the good news
>My grandpa's heart was restarted.
>Run in, tears streaming down my faggot face.
>"Grandpa!"
>He's still unconscious.
>I grab his hand.
>It's still cold.
>Grandpa doesn't respond
>"Grandpa… be ok."
>"Your heart is ok." (Stupid I know)
>point to heart monitor
>"Listen!"
>"Please just listen!"
>"You got to listen to your heart!"
>Listen to the beat
>Listen to the rhythm
>The rhythm of the street.
