Dad went into cardiac arrest around 4:30pm this afternoon, not five minutes after we got to the hospital and my brother was able to see him and say hello. They tried to up some meds but I refused chest compressions and other such things last night. By 5:00 it was all over and done with for good. I know he's in a better place than the hell he's been in for the last couple of days. I feel like I can go to sleep tonight, as opposed to last night when I was up waiting for the phone to ring. I hope sleep happens.
I am so, so thankful that we were able to get my brother to the hospital in time. I think Dad was just waiting around for him.
Thank you for all of your kind words of support and prayers. You are all fantastic people and I love you very much. My Jennifer is a saint and she has been so wonderful through all of this.
People keep asking me if I'm okay. I am. I'm sure I'm still in shock or surprised or whatever. I find myself thinking things like, "Crap, I should have told Dad we were headed back to Boston," on occasion but I think I pretty much knew yesterday when I was driving down. I'm sure it will seem more real as time goes on.
I'll sure miss you, Dad. You were my first and biggest fan.

I am so, so thankful that we were able to get my brother to the hospital in time. I think Dad was just waiting around for him.
Thank you for all of your kind words of support and prayers. You are all fantastic people and I love you very much. My Jennifer is a saint and she has been so wonderful through all of this.
People keep asking me if I'm okay. I am. I'm sure I'm still in shock or surprised or whatever. I find myself thinking things like, "Crap, I should have told Dad we were headed back to Boston," on occasion but I think I pretty much knew yesterday when I was driving down. I'm sure it will seem more real as time goes on.
I'll sure miss you, Dad. You were my first and biggest fan.
