On November 17, 2011, I heard a noise and thought it was my little fan that I had on my bed. It had not fallen and was not hitting the head board. I then put my head back down on the pillow and I heard the noise again. I started to touch my husband saying roll over you are making to much noise his arm felt hard, I put the light on and pulled him over to me and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth. I ran on the other side of the bed and started to call his name and smacking his face and punching his chest with no response.
I called 911 and my sister who lives two houses away. She ran over and we started to do CPR. She was doing chest compressions and I tried to do mouth to mouth but he had so much fluid that I could not do it. My brother in law came and he started to to the chest compression and said to open the door the fire department ambulances were outside. They came and worked on him for one hour. They shocked him twice and said that there was a slight pulse. They took him to the hospital and worked on him for nine hours. He was transferred to CCU and the nurse told me that it did not look good. While we were in the room, my middle daughter said daddy William needs you he opened his eyes the three times that Williams name was mentioned then he died. William is one of my three grandchildren and is only two. This past summer he and my husband bonded and whatever my husband did he did. He only wanted a screwdriver and wrench so they could work together. He misses my husband so much and it breaks my heart because he say he is sad and wants his grandpa back.
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