Jesus, okay, details.  I showed up because grandma called, I live(d) 5 mins away. 

I walked through the open front door with my grandfather on the ground getting CPR from 2 people.  One with the breather, the other going ham on his chest.  The force of the movement on an 87 year old body, the cracking sound every so often, the artificial wheezing/gasping...

I watched the whole time while my grandmother wailed like...a 5 year old girl would.  She was also 87.  

I just attended her internment yesterday at 89.  Survived WW2 as a resident of Berlin.