Worst. Experience. Ever.

The worst day of my life was probably the day my Grandfather died. He had been hospitalized due to a nasty fall and later developed some complications, ranging from flu-like symptoms to near-kidney failure. He was one of my favorite relatives, as he always seemed so charming and witty, always knowing the right words to say. Anyway, he gets better and starts living at home with Grandma again (they both live only a few blocks from our old house.)

Anyway, fast forward to a few months later, my dad calls me, saying that my grandmother needs help with granddad, but she wasn't specific on the details. So, me and a then close friend drive over and find out what happened. Turns out that he had basically passed out in the bathroom and had been slumped over for about ten minutes. My friend goes to call 911 while I sit there holding him up against the wall, trying to give him some breathing room. When the paramedics finally arrived, I bolted out of there and just sat on the couch their, holding my head. I wasn't crying, I was just silent. So, we decide to head to the hospital with them, and my friend takes me and and my grandmother there in his van, while I just sat in the back, blankly staring at the ground.

A few minutes later, the lot of us (the rest of my close family had arrived shortly before) are sitting in the waiting room when the doctor calls us in, and I opt to stay behind with my friend in the lobby. He thought it would be best to get me out of there, so we drive to a fast food place and grab a bite, and while we're in the parking lot eating in his car, I just bawl my fucking eyes out for what seemed like half an hour. My mother calls me and tells us to head back to the house, and everyone is just sitting down around the kitchen. My mother walks up and asks me if I want to hear what happened, I tell her no, because it was pretty apparent to me.

So yeah, that day was pretty shitty on the whole.