The Worst Part of the Worst Day of My Life

4:00 AM December 6, 2008. I was asleep, but I was somewhat conscious too, if that makes any sense. I remember hearing "Mom!", and that's what woke me up half way. That's the word I normally woke up to in the middle of the night when dad needed something and he couldn't get it, being wheel-chair and bed ridden. The next thing I remember is hearing grams yell "Mike!? Mike?!" I thought it was part of a dream, but when she yelled "Ayla!" up the stairs that dream became my reality, a bad reality. She yelled again for me to get my grandpa. I sat up in bed thinking, this isn't good, please no. I walked out of the room and met grandpa at the top of the stairs, a silent message from him to me, "it's okay" I ran down the stairs and grazed my hip against the hand railing deeply. I took a sharp left and was standing in front of dad's room. He was on the floor unconscious, he had fallen out of his wheel chair.
Gramps was there a few moments after I was, I just stood there. Gramps asked what to do and grams asked him if he knew CPR, she didnt, and he started in. She asked if he needed help and he said yes and asked if either of us knew CPR, she said I did, and I freaked, yes I'd had the training, but I had forgotten. All I could say was "I dont remember, I'm sorry, I don't remember". Grams hugged me and told me it was okay, the paramedics were on their way to help. She had me leave the room and I stood in the entry hall to the side as grams yelled out the door "Hurry! He's not breathing! Hurry up!" As they came in the house, she had me go up the stairs to my room. Cami was sitting up in bed and sat down not saying anything. Her cell phone raing, it was her dad John, from next door. I could see him outside the window, his hand outstretched praying. She gave the phone to me and he asked what happend. I could only answer "He's not breathing he stopped breathing." I gave the phone to gramps and they talked for a few moments. Gramps sat on the bed next to me and gave me a hug, telling me it was okay. He told Cami and I to go next door to her place for now so I did. He went downstairs and Cam and I just looked at eachother. "You ready?" she asked and I nodded. We went down the stairs and to the right to take the back way so we didn't have to look. I went into dad's room and gave grams and gramps a big hug. I'll be completely honest when I say I've never seen my grandfather cry. This was their son, their oldest, the father of their first two grandkids. My grams gave up her job so that she could take care of my dad 5 years ago. Her life really did revolve around him. "I'm so sorry", she said to me. I told her it was okay. I don't know who I was fooling when I told myself it would be okay, they would be able to start his heart just like they did that past 10 times.
I grabbed Cam, and we ran out the door. I ran straight for John and grabbed him and cried. I knew it wasnt going to be okay. And so started the rest of the long night.