The rest of the day went as usual, until a
phone call at 10pm. Grandad was rushed to hospital. He had a stroke
(Which eventually killed him approx 6 weeks later).
In the current day, 2 years on from that first stroke, 2 years on from the last time I had a proper conversation with my grandfather I still continue to remember and love the good times, the stories and the many times he told me to turn the music down while I was driving.