Jose Medrano: Medical and Memorial Fund
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Written by Alma, Jose’s niece:
For those of you who knew my uncle, you’d know that he was a fighter. He would always set his mind to something and fight whatever and whoever to make it happen. It was this way that he fought to provide for his family. It was this way that he built his company from the ground up. It was this was he lived his life.
Knowing the way he fought, makes this especially difficult.
On Friday, November 6th, while at work he fell from a roof and ended up breaking 3 discs in his back and 6 ribs. At first, the doctors said they could so surgery to fix his back after the swelling went down, but unfortunately due to the damage his lungs sustained after a few days they let us know, that it was no longer an option.
Knowing his fighting spirit and his stubbornness, we prayed and hoped that he would be alright, after all this was a man that never stopped moving. He was a man that at 53 years old could school almost anyone in a game of racquetball... Unexpectedly, he developed pneumonia and later on his renal system began to fail.
On Thanksgiving, after 3 weeks of praying, hoping and fighting we got a call from the doctors letting us know it was time to say goodbye.
Due to covid-19 restrictions only my Aunt and my dad (his brother) were allowed to go in person. The rest of our family, his kids included, bid our farewells through one last FaceTime.
My Uncle never like asking for help. However, he was always the first one to offer it. He would always welcome family into his home when needed, send money to family whenever they fell on hard times or help out a friend in an instant. He was a pillar of strength in our family.
While he wouldn’t have it this way, asking for help, at this point we don’t have another choice as he was the sole provider for his family. He leaves behind his loving wife and 3 children, who are now responsible for 3 weeks worth of ICU medical bills, his funeral arrangements, and day to day expenses.
If you have the means to help, it would mean the world to us and we would be forever thankful.
For those of you who knew my uncle, you’d know that he was a fighter. He would always set his mind to something and fight whatever and whoever to make it happen. It was this way that he fought to provide for his family. It was this way that he built his company from the ground up. It was this was he lived his life.
Knowing the way he fought, makes this especially difficult.
On Friday, November 6th, while at work he fell from a roof and ended up breaking 3 discs in his back and 6 ribs. At first, the doctors said they could so surgery to fix his back after the swelling went down, but unfortunately due to the damage his lungs sustained after a few days they let us know, that it was no longer an option.
Knowing his fighting spirit and his stubbornness, we prayed and hoped that he would be alright, after all this was a man that never stopped moving. He was a man that at 53 years old could school almost anyone in a game of racquetball... Unexpectedly, he developed pneumonia and later on his renal system began to fail.
On Thanksgiving, after 3 weeks of praying, hoping and fighting we got a call from the doctors letting us know it was time to say goodbye.
Due to covid-19 restrictions only my Aunt and my dad (his brother) were allowed to go in person. The rest of our family, his kids included, bid our farewells through one last FaceTime.
My Uncle never like asking for help. However, he was always the first one to offer it. He would always welcome family into his home when needed, send money to family whenever they fell on hard times or help out a friend in an instant. He was a pillar of strength in our family.
While he wouldn’t have it this way, asking for help, at this point we don’t have another choice as he was the sole provider for his family. He leaves behind his loving wife and 3 children, who are now responsible for 3 weeks worth of ICU medical bills, his funeral arrangements, and day to day expenses.
If you have the means to help, it would mean the world to us and we would be forever thankful.
Organizer and beneficiary
Novema Medrano
Organizer
Seattle, WA
Metotisi Sanele
Beneficiary
