When I was sixteen, my grandmother died suddenly from a heart attack. 

I found her on the bathroom floor. She was struggling to breathe and couldn’t respond. I called for help and told my grandfather to dial 112. I stayed with her until her last breath. 

That moment changed everything. 

After she died, I broke down completely. She wasn’t just my grandmother — she was my mother, my safe place, my everything. I didn’t know how to live without her.