In loving memory of Joanne O’Brien
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https://essentialscbs.com/joanne-obrien/?fbclid=IwAR2YiffIbJe8JHteBispTAocGE5EiejRPH0kxGfKtP7DXOvkxBQFJaJcXBY On January 20th our whole world came crashing down as we found out our loving, selfless mother suddenly passed away.
no warnings or sickness before this so it was a huge shock and so devastating. I feel like I’m still waiting for her to come home. I would give anything just to have even one more minute with her. She was our rock. Our bestfriend. The glue to our family.
The night before on January 19, was just like any normal night. We had dinner, watched dateline and a movie then went to bed. Around 1:45am she woke up and fell on the floor with major pain in her jaw and chest. Having trouble breathing. She woke me and Jarod up and we immediately called 911. It seriously seemed like they took forever to get here. I was out in the parking lot waving them down because they went to the wrong side. They got my mother on the stretcher and in the ambulance. Non of us were able to go with her due to covid restrictions. They were in the parking lot for quit some time, my little brother Jarod ran out and knocked on the ambulance door to see if she was okay. Then they were ready to take her to the hospital. The doctors there ran a whole bunch of tests then our mom called us with the doctor and said that they would be taking mom to Hamilton general (trauma) for open heart surgery. But that she would have to go in the helicopter as she was in critical condition. That surgery was to repair a tear in her aorta. We were so scared but had hope because she was texting us everything’s going to be okay and she loved us. Told us when the helicopter was there to get her and that was the last text message me and Jarod would ever receive from her.
I will never ever forget the phone call to Hamilton general hospital. It constantly replays in my head daily. I asked how my mom was doing in surgery or if there was any updates after them transferring me 4-6 times which felt like a half hour of waiting a doctor finally gets on the phone and I ask how did it go, is she still in surgery. Is she in recovery. I heard his voice crackle and he said I’m so sorry but your mom didn’t make it. I instantly fell to the ground, started screaming mom.. mom... mom... what do you mean I want my mom. I want my mommy to come home. What happened. Why. No not my mom. My brother held me as the doctor told us she had a aneurysm in the helicopter. They tried very hard to resuscitate but when they finally landed in Hamilton there was no more they could do so they announced her deceased at 7:54am on January 20th. And assured us she did not suffer while passing.
I really never ever thought my mother would pass away at the age of 54 only a couple weeks before her 55 birthday it felt like I was living my worst nightmare.. I then had to tell my older brother Dennis and my daughter Leah. Who grew up with my mom being like her second mom. Again I will never forget her scream/cry of her saying nooooo nane.. nane.
unfortunately I was not planning or saving for expenses of a funeral so it has left me heart broken and extremely overwhelmed. Our mom is finally resting with her parents in the same grave plot. We needed to give her, her last wish.
The government did help with paying a little towards the casket, opening and closing the grave and cremation. But now we are left to cover the rest of the expenses. With Journey (my daughter) first birthday on March then Leah (my daughter) 11 birthday in April then Easter it has put extra financial stress on me. I know not a lot of people may not have money as we are all going through this pandemic but even $1 would be greatly appreciated. Anyone that wants proof of what we owe I would be more then willing to send you a photo of the bill. I never ask anyone for help but I decided maybe this could help us. I thank everyone who has been there for us during this awful time. It truly has meant a lot to us.
no warnings or sickness before this so it was a huge shock and so devastating. I feel like I’m still waiting for her to come home. I would give anything just to have even one more minute with her. She was our rock. Our bestfriend. The glue to our family.
The night before on January 19, was just like any normal night. We had dinner, watched dateline and a movie then went to bed. Around 1:45am she woke up and fell on the floor with major pain in her jaw and chest. Having trouble breathing. She woke me and Jarod up and we immediately called 911. It seriously seemed like they took forever to get here. I was out in the parking lot waving them down because they went to the wrong side. They got my mother on the stretcher and in the ambulance. Non of us were able to go with her due to covid restrictions. They were in the parking lot for quit some time, my little brother Jarod ran out and knocked on the ambulance door to see if she was okay. Then they were ready to take her to the hospital. The doctors there ran a whole bunch of tests then our mom called us with the doctor and said that they would be taking mom to Hamilton general (trauma) for open heart surgery. But that she would have to go in the helicopter as she was in critical condition. That surgery was to repair a tear in her aorta. We were so scared but had hope because she was texting us everything’s going to be okay and she loved us. Told us when the helicopter was there to get her and that was the last text message me and Jarod would ever receive from her.
I will never ever forget the phone call to Hamilton general hospital. It constantly replays in my head daily. I asked how my mom was doing in surgery or if there was any updates after them transferring me 4-6 times which felt like a half hour of waiting a doctor finally gets on the phone and I ask how did it go, is she still in surgery. Is she in recovery. I heard his voice crackle and he said I’m so sorry but your mom didn’t make it. I instantly fell to the ground, started screaming mom.. mom... mom... what do you mean I want my mom. I want my mommy to come home. What happened. Why. No not my mom. My brother held me as the doctor told us she had a aneurysm in the helicopter. They tried very hard to resuscitate but when they finally landed in Hamilton there was no more they could do so they announced her deceased at 7:54am on January 20th. And assured us she did not suffer while passing.
I really never ever thought my mother would pass away at the age of 54 only a couple weeks before her 55 birthday it felt like I was living my worst nightmare.. I then had to tell my older brother Dennis and my daughter Leah. Who grew up with my mom being like her second mom. Again I will never forget her scream/cry of her saying nooooo nane.. nane.
unfortunately I was not planning or saving for expenses of a funeral so it has left me heart broken and extremely overwhelmed. Our mom is finally resting with her parents in the same grave plot. We needed to give her, her last wish.
The government did help with paying a little towards the casket, opening and closing the grave and cremation. But now we are left to cover the rest of the expenses. With Journey (my daughter) first birthday on March then Leah (my daughter) 11 birthday in April then Easter it has put extra financial stress on me. I know not a lot of people may not have money as we are all going through this pandemic but even $1 would be greatly appreciated. Anyone that wants proof of what we owe I would be more then willing to send you a photo of the bill. I never ask anyone for help but I decided maybe this could help us. I thank everyone who has been there for us during this awful time. It truly has meant a lot to us.
Organizer and beneficiary
Kaytlyn Warner
Organizer
Niagara Falls, ON
Jarod Warner
Beneficiary