I was dying; losing life as I knew it. Every breath I took consisted of all that was left of me and each breath became harder to achieve as my chest tightened fiercely. I reached, shooting my left arm out above me, trying to clutch onto anything that I could grasp my sweaty hands around. I was so desperate that I even tried grabbing the air itself. The pain I was feeling was so immense I knew that these next few pants were to be my last. I could feel my eyes giving up; my lids feeling so heavy it began impossible to keep open. Darkness began to creep as the chandelier fixed above me began to dim and the light started to fade. I breathed in once more inhaling as much oxygen as my weak feeble lungs could possibly hold. My last thoughts filled with memories of my beautiful daughter and my gorgeous grand-children whom I loved ever so dearly. It all became too much as I finally gave up on the life I had truly cherished. At least I made it to seventy; hey, not bad for an old codger…