Father(CKDFighter)Hero LeavesSonAfter Heart Attack
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My father Alberto Benavides passed away very recently unexpectently; I'm my fathers son Albert Benavides Jr. and was his only caretaker. We struggled for years with little to no money, and the COVID pandemic has not made anything easier making looking for a job impossible. The only thing he left me with was an apartment that he and I got together and I’m struggling to keep up with and to fulfill his final wishes. Unfortunately, I lost my jobs due to the pandemic and am now faced with the responsibility of all his expenses which are rent/bills with no income. I have made this campaign in hopes of any support that could help me in anyway (advice, reaching out, resources, etc.) Even just by sharing his story and keeping his memories alive.
My father and I lived in Oakland after leaving SF. For a long time I've helped my father through everything and never left his side. He was very sick but always determined and persistent to help and never gave up. I was always by his side and never left him behind nor alone. We went through a lot ever since he was diagnosed with Kidney Failure (CKD) when I was in elementary school followed by being homeless in my fathers truck just to name a few. My father and I went through a rough journey, but as long we were together, it didn't matter. He was not religious, materialistic or picky specific wishes and requests that i'm responsible for, keeping in mind of the future and other priorities and expenses in consideration.
These are hard times at the moment due to the pandemic. My dad and I had so many plans for when it was over. He was in his early 50's and always wanted to make everyone laugh. His smile will be missed as well as his laughter. Even though his health was slowly depleting and continuously getting worse, he was a character who always joked around and saw the bright side of life. Through the heart attacks, seizures, aneurysms, going to the hospital constantly, having his arm almost amputated and losing his finger and function in his hand, he was still a hard-working man with a variety of talents. Unfortunately, his main source of income was construction/handyman, so losing his hand function, as well as his finger changed his entire life and really made him depressed. My father had a passion for working, doing things and being active, so it was hard for him to accept the fact that those days of work and what we loved were up. I watched him become extremely depressed and frustrated. He didnt want to feel useless but at this point doing regular basic things was a daily challenge. So I made it my top priority to always be there to support him and step in when he needed help. Through many early 3am car rides to dialysis, to making him healthy foods and eating together or just watching a movie and sharing a laugh, I was always right by my dads side.
We did so much together and helped so many people; we went to church from time to time, he assisted with catering at the church, helped at homeless shelters, and made many dreams come true. I checked on him multiple times a day always asking him if he was hungry or needed anything. If I went out I would bring something back for him (clothing, snacks, etc.). When I checked on him, I would ask him what he was watching and make sure if he was sleeping as well as breathing. All these visits went well until April 27th, because on that day he wasn’t breathing. I put my father on the floor and did CPR and heart compressions trying to save his life until the ambulance came. They told me he had a heart attack in his sleep.
I’m practically by myself, after just turning 21. I don't usually ask or request handouts or favor unless I can repay or give back. If you could help in any way even by just sharing this story it’ll help me and be highly appreciated. It would be a blessing to me. Thank you for reading this and God bless. My father Alberto was everything to me, he did everything he could and the only thing he left me was an apartment and in CA Bay Area its really overwhelming. I’m not in section 8, Low Income housing or any type of “cheap” housing living in a not so great neighborhood/area but it’s a roof over my head for now. Any help me in anyway can do a lot, Bless You. If any questions feel free to reach out and contact me thank you for any questions or specifics.
My father and I lived in Oakland after leaving SF. For a long time I've helped my father through everything and never left his side. He was very sick but always determined and persistent to help and never gave up. I was always by his side and never left him behind nor alone. We went through a lot ever since he was diagnosed with Kidney Failure (CKD) when I was in elementary school followed by being homeless in my fathers truck just to name a few. My father and I went through a rough journey, but as long we were together, it didn't matter. He was not religious, materialistic or picky specific wishes and requests that i'm responsible for, keeping in mind of the future and other priorities and expenses in consideration.
These are hard times at the moment due to the pandemic. My dad and I had so many plans for when it was over. He was in his early 50's and always wanted to make everyone laugh. His smile will be missed as well as his laughter. Even though his health was slowly depleting and continuously getting worse, he was a character who always joked around and saw the bright side of life. Through the heart attacks, seizures, aneurysms, going to the hospital constantly, having his arm almost amputated and losing his finger and function in his hand, he was still a hard-working man with a variety of talents. Unfortunately, his main source of income was construction/handyman, so losing his hand function, as well as his finger changed his entire life and really made him depressed. My father had a passion for working, doing things and being active, so it was hard for him to accept the fact that those days of work and what we loved were up. I watched him become extremely depressed and frustrated. He didnt want to feel useless but at this point doing regular basic things was a daily challenge. So I made it my top priority to always be there to support him and step in when he needed help. Through many early 3am car rides to dialysis, to making him healthy foods and eating together or just watching a movie and sharing a laugh, I was always right by my dads side.
We did so much together and helped so many people; we went to church from time to time, he assisted with catering at the church, helped at homeless shelters, and made many dreams come true. I checked on him multiple times a day always asking him if he was hungry or needed anything. If I went out I would bring something back for him (clothing, snacks, etc.). When I checked on him, I would ask him what he was watching and make sure if he was sleeping as well as breathing. All these visits went well until April 27th, because on that day he wasn’t breathing. I put my father on the floor and did CPR and heart compressions trying to save his life until the ambulance came. They told me he had a heart attack in his sleep.
I’m practically by myself, after just turning 21. I don't usually ask or request handouts or favor unless I can repay or give back. If you could help in any way even by just sharing this story it’ll help me and be highly appreciated. It would be a blessing to me. Thank you for reading this and God bless. My father Alberto was everything to me, he did everything he could and the only thing he left me was an apartment and in CA Bay Area its really overwhelming. I’m not in section 8, Low Income housing or any type of “cheap” housing living in a not so great neighborhood/area but it’s a roof over my head for now. Any help me in anyway can do a lot, Bless You. If any questions feel free to reach out and contact me thank you for any questions or specifics.
Organizer
Anthony Tony Benavides
Organizer
Oakland, CA
