The last time when i cried when i left...was in mexico when my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. The pain, the shock, felt like i was being shot with a glock, tick tick, tock tick, time runs out. It was about 5 years ago when she was diagnoised, it gave her inspiration to live longer she faught and faught, finalyy she had been caught. Laying in her hospital bed was a taste, a sign, a crime really. My grandmother lay there she just thought, stares and tries to bare, but can't hang...pop pop bang bang, thats the glock time runs out tick tick tock tick.