I am 13 and this took place on the 3 May 2008,
A week before the tragic event, I had spent two weeks in Queensland with my grandparents as a special treat seems my mother was 5 1/2 months pregnant. I always hated kissing my grandpa cause he had "whiskers" and he would always call me a nasty pasty. I also lived with my grandparents as our house was very large.
My grandpa decided he'd go down to our farm with his friend to fix up some motorbike tracks for us. Our farm was always a getaway where we would ride our bikes. A few days had passed and my mother and I were in McDonalds when my step-dad came, he told me to go inside the play room, (I was 7) I looked over to see my mother crying. I asked what was wrong as they told me the horrible news. We went home to find the police already there talking to my grandma.
My mother later told me that he had an accident, he had a heart attack and fell off his bulldozer and was caught up in the wheel. My mum was at such a loss because he was so excited for my mum to have a baby and he died just months before.
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