His death was very sudden and completely unexpected. It started as any normal day, well the fourth of July, two days before my 19th birthday. As the day went on he never showed any signs that he may be ill at all. Then all of a sudden, while sitting down for cake and such me and my mom found him on my front porch having a seizure which led to him stopping breathing; he came back to me but then his heart gave out and he died on my front porch. Even to this day i find myself crying randomly out of no where or just having a mixed of emotions. He was so young, only 60 years old, and he never got sick.