When I turned 6 for my birthday I went to visit my grandparents up north by myself for a week. A couple days after my birthday me and my grandma were laying down to go to sleep and she let me sleep in her bed with her. I woke up that night probably a dozen times scared shitless because I kept having the same dream that she was dying. At one point I got up and told my Grandpa she was going to die and he just looked at me like I was nuts. Then the next morning she couldn’t breath and so we took her to the hospital, just like in my dream. As soon as my Grandpa pulled into the parking lot of the hospital I saw my Grandma grab his hand and then she died right there. I had to sit in the hospital lobby for a long time with this nurse at her desk coloring having no idea what was going on then my Grandpa told me she was dead. We bought balloons and wrote letters to her and let them go in the sky that day. She was only 41. No one ever told me how she died. This song played at her funeral and I haven’t been able to listen it since.