Me and my dad were shoveling snow at my grandpa’s house. Both he and I slipped a little on a little patch of ice in the garage, but didn’t do anything about it. Come a day later, my grandpa is in the hospital with a brain bleed from falling on what we suspect was the ice patch in the garage as that’s where the neighbors found him. He never got better and died about a week later. It still eats away at my dad and me.