I need to go to my Dad's funeral
Donation protected
Seven years ago my Dad had a pacemaker fitted. He had turned blue sitting on the couch when Maria, my Dad's wife, noticed that something was wrong and called the ambulance. I would consider this to be the second time that Maria saved my Dad's life.
The first time, thirteen years earlier, Maria and my Dad got married, perhaps not saving each other's lives, but absolutely giving each other a fresh start and an opportunity to build a new life together. I was the best man, mostly because I probably wouldn't be nervous and also because I would probably do a good job being somewhat at ease on the stage.
On Sunday, my Dad awoke in the early hours of the morning in distress. Maria awoke and did everything that she could to support my Dad, as she has done for over 20 years, but unfortuanately, this time, it was not enough. My Dad suffered a heart event and this prevented oxygen from getting to his brain. To all intents and purposes my Dad died on Sunday at home, with Maria by his side. Scientifically & medically, my Dad will finally rest tomorrow. As an organ donor, and I am not medically inclined in any way whatsoever but my understanding is that, he is currently being kept alive artificially so that his organs etc. may help others to live.
My Dad was MY Dad and you only get one. I shared mine with my big Brother Steven, and Maria's children, Paul, Katherine & Emma. Growing up I can remember people saying "you look just like your Dad" and now I hear people say the same thing to my boys about me. I am glad that my Dad got to meet his Grandsons, Finlay (11), Tobias (9) & Oliver (7).
I truly appreciate that EVERYONE has something going on, we all have a story and we could all be doing a little bit better in life; I try to keep this in mind every day when I am at work interacting with the public. Unexpected things happen and we do the best that we can to respond accordingly.
My Dad was a young 71, he was active, he never smoked, he didn't drink. I remember him smiling more often than not and he was handsome to the very end. This is unexpected and I am unprepared. Unfortunately, having explored every other avenue I am left facing the cold reality that I simply cannot afford to fund a plane ticket to England, accomodation, transport and unpaid time away from work. I'm not good at it, but I am asking for help and unfortunately I need help as soon as possible so that I can leave for England within the next day or two so that I do not miss my opportunity to say a final goodbye to my Dad.
Anything will help and I sincerely promise that I will pay your help forward as soon as I possibly can.
The first time, thirteen years earlier, Maria and my Dad got married, perhaps not saving each other's lives, but absolutely giving each other a fresh start and an opportunity to build a new life together. I was the best man, mostly because I probably wouldn't be nervous and also because I would probably do a good job being somewhat at ease on the stage.
On Sunday, my Dad awoke in the early hours of the morning in distress. Maria awoke and did everything that she could to support my Dad, as she has done for over 20 years, but unfortuanately, this time, it was not enough. My Dad suffered a heart event and this prevented oxygen from getting to his brain. To all intents and purposes my Dad died on Sunday at home, with Maria by his side. Scientifically & medically, my Dad will finally rest tomorrow. As an organ donor, and I am not medically inclined in any way whatsoever but my understanding is that, he is currently being kept alive artificially so that his organs etc. may help others to live.
My Dad was MY Dad and you only get one. I shared mine with my big Brother Steven, and Maria's children, Paul, Katherine & Emma. Growing up I can remember people saying "you look just like your Dad" and now I hear people say the same thing to my boys about me. I am glad that my Dad got to meet his Grandsons, Finlay (11), Tobias (9) & Oliver (7).
I truly appreciate that EVERYONE has something going on, we all have a story and we could all be doing a little bit better in life; I try to keep this in mind every day when I am at work interacting with the public. Unexpected things happen and we do the best that we can to respond accordingly.
My Dad was a young 71, he was active, he never smoked, he didn't drink. I remember him smiling more often than not and he was handsome to the very end. This is unexpected and I am unprepared. Unfortunately, having explored every other avenue I am left facing the cold reality that I simply cannot afford to fund a plane ticket to England, accomodation, transport and unpaid time away from work. I'm not good at it, but I am asking for help and unfortunately I need help as soon as possible so that I can leave for England within the next day or two so that I do not miss my opportunity to say a final goodbye to my Dad.
Anything will help and I sincerely promise that I will pay your help forward as soon as I possibly can.
Organizer
Jason Craig Belcher
Organizer
Pittsburgh, PA
