My Dads End of life Costs

Hello Everyone,

Mike here, And It’s with a Shattered heart and a heavy hand to write that my dad passed away yesterday evening 8-1-22 at 6:10 PM. Although we are completely devastated, he is now in a better place and no longer suffering. He was 74 years old and has been fighting the decline in health for the last 8 months when he was first admitted to the hospital on New Years Day, 1-1-2022. And after 8 months of what has been a truly heavy roller coaster ride for himself and my family, he can finally Rest In Peace.

I’m usually not one to ask for anything but, my dad only left us with memories and some knowledge to lead us and be apart of who I and my siblings are today. As of now there are significant costs to deal with End-Of-Life care and to tie up all the lose ends in my dads life. So, I’m currently reaching out to My Community for both financial and emotional support in this troubled and difficult time for me and my family. I thank you in advance for All the love, thoughts, prayers, and contributions made; it’s Truly appreciated.

ABOUT:

My dad, Mike was pretty rough around the edges but anyone that knew him knows, once you got past his rugged exterior and harsh past he was loving, charming, had strong paternal instincts, and still stubborn beyond all belief. He was a father of 3 (Michele, and then my twin brother Tony and I) he was a world traveler ( He lived in Costa Rica/Nicaragua, Spain, and Mexico, collectively for over 10 years), and lifetime surfer where he started in the 50’s and grew up/surfed with a lot of the guys in the original Windansea surf club in the 60’s. He loved all of his children very much, he loved his sweets (especially bear claws, cookies, and vanilla ice cream), he loved watching surf films, old school country westerns, and Crime series TV shows. He loved Jazz, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and many other artists in that era. He had a distinct passion for making Balsa Wood surfboards and despite his many various crippling injuries he continued to attempt to make the boards until he was physically and mentally unable to. It’s so painful to know that we’ll never see his mischievous yet warming smile, hear his witty and sarcastic banter, or feel his loving presence again. But if you know me or anyone in my family, know that you’re experiencing what he left us with. We will all miss him so, so, so much. And again thank you for helping or being a part of this process.