Been debating on whether to put this out here...
My father, Barry, passed away last week while on a business trip, 350 miles away from home. He was 64 years old and in fairly good health. He suffered from a massive brain hemmohrage apparently right before going to bed for the night. My mother spoke to him that night at around 10PM, saying good night. At 730AM the next morning, after being 30 minutes late to meet his coworker for breakfast at the hotel, his coworker made management open his room and he was found on the floor next to the bed. He was still alive but unresponsive. He was immediately taken to a local hospital. I got a call from his boss, who happens to be one of my closest friends, at around 8:00. All we were told is that he was unresponsive. I immediately called my mother and she started freaking out over the phone. I left to go to their house while she called my uncle. When I got to my mom's she said my Uncle was on his way home and we went to pick him up and started the 6 hour drive to upstate NY on the Vermont border, to what we figured was a trip to see him and then take him home.
At around 9:30AM we got a call from the doctors treating him telling us what they found and that he was essentially brain dead. We still had about a 5 hour trip ahead of us, which was just about the longest 5 hours of my life. Got to the hospital at around 3 and immediately went to see him. He looked like he was just sleeping but he was on a ventilator, which was the only thing keeping him alive. We hung around for hours and at 9:00 I had to drive over to Burlington, VT to pick up my sister, who flew in from a business trip she was on in Vegas. At 9:30PM, 12 hours after the initial brain scan, they did a second scan to check for brain activity and they found none. He was pronounced legally dead at 9:40PM.
He was an organ donor and we had his kidneys, liver, lung and heart valves taken so that he might be able to save other's lives. He left behind a loving wife who had been with him for 47 years, a 40 year old daughter, me at 36, a son in law and daughter in law and 4 grandkids, Zachary, 7, Sarah, 3 1/2 and my boys at 11 months. My only wish is that my boys would have been old enough to remember him.
Rest in Peace, Dad. I love you.
My father, Barry, passed away last week while on a business trip, 350 miles away from home. He was 64 years old and in fairly good health. He suffered from a massive brain hemmohrage apparently right before going to bed for the night. My mother spoke to him that night at around 10PM, saying good night. At 730AM the next morning, after being 30 minutes late to meet his coworker for breakfast at the hotel, his coworker made management open his room and he was found on the floor next to the bed. He was still alive but unresponsive. He was immediately taken to a local hospital. I got a call from his boss, who happens to be one of my closest friends, at around 8:00. All we were told is that he was unresponsive. I immediately called my mother and she started freaking out over the phone. I left to go to their house while she called my uncle. When I got to my mom's she said my Uncle was on his way home and we went to pick him up and started the 6 hour drive to upstate NY on the Vermont border, to what we figured was a trip to see him and then take him home.
At around 9:30AM we got a call from the doctors treating him telling us what they found and that he was essentially brain dead. We still had about a 5 hour trip ahead of us, which was just about the longest 5 hours of my life. Got to the hospital at around 3 and immediately went to see him. He looked like he was just sleeping but he was on a ventilator, which was the only thing keeping him alive. We hung around for hours and at 9:00 I had to drive over to Burlington, VT to pick up my sister, who flew in from a business trip she was on in Vegas. At 9:30PM, 12 hours after the initial brain scan, they did a second scan to check for brain activity and they found none. He was pronounced legally dead at 9:40PM.
He was an organ donor and we had his kidneys, liver, lung and heart valves taken so that he might be able to save other's lives. He left behind a loving wife who had been with him for 47 years, a 40 year old daughter, me at 36, a son in law and daughter in law and 4 grandkids, Zachary, 7, Sarah, 3 1/2 and my boys at 11 months. My only wish is that my boys would have been old enough to remember him.
Rest in Peace, Dad. I love you.
