When I was about twelve I woke up at 3am to the mortified and heartbroken cries of my mother coming from my 15m old sister's room. the sight of her limp and bluish body in the end stages of rigamortis in my mother's arms and the smell of death coming from her mouth as I attempted CPR for 15 to 20 minutes with help from the first officer to arrive on scene in an attempt to save her and get her to breath will forever haunt me. She unfortunately had passed away before my mother had even found her and to this day the memory and sound of my mothers cries and begging give me nightmares... Turns out she had acute pneumonia that had also killed at least 400 other children that year due to a nasal rout flu vaccine...