My fathers name is Robert Oeleis, he died on Aug 28th 2003 of a heart attack. It was about six in the morning I was sleeping restlessly and the phone rang and I missed it then it rang again. I saw it was my fathers house calling to get me up for the first day of school. To my surprise it was my stepmother crying on the other line. This was the start of the worst day of my life in the short seventeen years I had been alive. She proceeded to tell me that my father has had a heart attack and the ambulance had came and got him. Then the horror began I asked he’s ok right he’s going to be ok . With sorrow in her voice she said Jace he’s dead. Know I started crying and disbelief and ran to my moms room screaming and yelling. Later my family gathered and remembered the day that I recall as the worst day of my life.