When I was a kid, I thought death only comes to those who are old and sick. My dad wasn’t any of those. He was young (46 years old when he passed away) and was generally healthy. Although, he has maintenance medicines to keep him going. He was a big man whom by looks alone demands attention and dictates authority. How could he just be beaten by his first cardiac arrest? I don’t know. I had just seen him that morning before he took a shower, I didn’t know it would be the last.