The morning he died, he called my uncle.

He said, “boy, I feel like a taste of wine.” So he poured him a glass and he didn't believe in sipping and they said within five minutes he laid the head to the side and he was gone.

That's the way he went out.

And I was in Atlanta. I woke my friend up. I told her, I said, “hey.” Said, “my grandfather called me.” Because I dreamed - it felt so real. She was like, “I didn't hear the phone ring.”

I said, “he called me and said, come home.”

And I was so persistent, so we jumped up, we rushing to the boat. Five o'clock in the morning, we are on the road and she's rolling.

We gets to the dock. I saw Maurice and I looked at him. I said, “when did he pass?” He said, “I don't know what you're talking about.” I said, “when did he pass?” He said, 30 minutes ago.