Friday, August 01, 2008
The clock began ticking for me when I was 14 years old. It was a hot August day so my grandfather took me to the beach and even bought me TWO ice creams. That very night, he ate dinner, sat down to relax in his favorite easy chair, and promptly died of a heart attack at age 65. No pain, no clut...
So what was your heart problem, and what did you to about it?