Hello, I was hoping I would never have to ever make another GoFundMe page but here I am again with different and difficult times.
As a lot know, we lost my father, Guy on 1/13/22.
If you ever got the pleasure of knowing my Dad, I feel honored. My dad had the biggest heart, most amazing smile, sarcastic hilarious humor and so much more!
Around Dec 17th, our whole family caught that horrible 5 letter word- COVID. We all had it pretty bad but what makes the matters worse is Dad was never a complainer- he was strong and a fighter up till the end. But on the morning of 12/23/21, he started mentioning he was having a lot of shortness of breath. He didn’t want to go to the hospital right away as I think he was in denial that Covid is sending him to the hosp and that is where he was exactly 2 years to the day fighting his Pulmonary Hypertension and Right sided heart failure. He told me if he needed to go he would let me know. A few hours later my mom came in my room and said “ Dad is having a hard time breathing and wants you to take him to the hospital “. I come out of my room and my father is hunched over his chair , panting. He was already on 6L of oxygen due to his pulmonary hypertension and his O2 was 77. I told dad that I was calling an ambulance and they were here within minutes.
That was the last day I physically saw my father in person.
Through the next couple days I’d talk to him very briefly on FaceTime telling him how strong he was and how much I love him. On 12/27 around 4pm he called and said they wanted to put him on a ventilator as his breathing is just getting worse.
That was the last day I heard my dads voice.
He was transferred late 12/27 to Brighams in Boston where he was on vigorous treatments , oxygen, dialysis but even though he was a fighter, his body was tired. He took a even turn for the worse last Wednesday and passed the following day on 1/13/22 @ 914am.
I couldn’t even be with my dad, I was suppose to go up that Wednesday and see him. We also needed to make decisions about his health as well, but on that same Wednesday I needed to take myself to the hospital as I was having a lot of shortness of breath. I was diagnosed with bad pneumonia. I was at the hospital until late Friday and able to be discharged so I could see my family and grieve the loss of a best friend, husband and father.
The next day Saturday, I had to be rushed backed to the hospital by ambulance as I literally could not breath. I was re- admitted with severe pneumonia. I’ve missed so much work and time that I don’t even know what to do.
All this comes after I also had my pacemaker/defibrillator replaced on 8/6 and they botched my surgery and cut into my shoulder thinking that’s where my device was, and caused me to have a very extensive rotator cuff injury. 4 months later and my shoulder is still a process in a half. I have minimal movement in that arm due to there mess up and all these people my dad and I would call, abs unfortunately get no where.
Right after my surgery on 9/2 I was expieriencing bad pitting edema in my lower extremities and could breath well. Dad dropped me off at the hospital and wanted to come in to be with me but I said “No, I’ll be alright, loosing you from COVID IS LITERALLY MY #1 fear”. I went in and was diagnosed at that point with diastolic heart failure and COVID ( the first time). I was hospitalized for I believe 6 days and looked my better when I came in. I was also extremely thankful no one else in my house caught it, especially my dad.
But now as I sit in this empty hospital room writing this, my heart breaks a little more. When I go home, my best friend will not be there, his empty chair and are memories is what I have. Gosh I miss him so damn much .
So the reasoning behind the page is to try to help my family a little until I can get back on my feet and we can apply for housing assistance. My dad unfortunately didn’t have a life insurance policy. He did collect SSDI, but my mother is unable to collect anything because she is only 57 and she cannot collect as she has been told numerous amounts of times she does not have enough work credits. Unfortunately when someone passes away, outside life still goes on. I know times are very tough and that’s why I’m embarrassed to have to make this. Are family has been wonderful with assisting us with as much as they can and my mom, brother and I will forever me grateful
Either way, thank you for reading. Also, if you knew my Dad, he kept you very close to his heart. He was a ray of light on my rainy days and even though he’s physically not here, he will forever be in my heart ❤️
As a lot know, we lost my father, Guy on 1/13/22.
If you ever got the pleasure of knowing my Dad, I feel honored. My dad had the biggest heart, most amazing smile, sarcastic hilarious humor and so much more!
Around Dec 17th, our whole family caught that horrible 5 letter word- COVID. We all had it pretty bad but what makes the matters worse is Dad was never a complainer- he was strong and a fighter up till the end. But on the morning of 12/23/21, he started mentioning he was having a lot of shortness of breath. He didn’t want to go to the hospital right away as I think he was in denial that Covid is sending him to the hosp and that is where he was exactly 2 years to the day fighting his Pulmonary Hypertension and Right sided heart failure. He told me if he needed to go he would let me know. A few hours later my mom came in my room and said “ Dad is having a hard time breathing and wants you to take him to the hospital “. I come out of my room and my father is hunched over his chair , panting. He was already on 6L of oxygen due to his pulmonary hypertension and his O2 was 77. I told dad that I was calling an ambulance and they were here within minutes.
That was the last day I physically saw my father in person.
Through the next couple days I’d talk to him very briefly on FaceTime telling him how strong he was and how much I love him. On 12/27 around 4pm he called and said they wanted to put him on a ventilator as his breathing is just getting worse.
That was the last day I heard my dads voice.
He was transferred late 12/27 to Brighams in Boston where he was on vigorous treatments , oxygen, dialysis but even though he was a fighter, his body was tired. He took a even turn for the worse last Wednesday and passed the following day on 1/13/22 @ 914am.
I couldn’t even be with my dad, I was suppose to go up that Wednesday and see him. We also needed to make decisions about his health as well, but on that same Wednesday I needed to take myself to the hospital as I was having a lot of shortness of breath. I was diagnosed with bad pneumonia. I was at the hospital until late Friday and able to be discharged so I could see my family and grieve the loss of a best friend, husband and father.
The next day Saturday, I had to be rushed backed to the hospital by ambulance as I literally could not breath. I was re- admitted with severe pneumonia. I’ve missed so much work and time that I don’t even know what to do.
All this comes after I also had my pacemaker/defibrillator replaced on 8/6 and they botched my surgery and cut into my shoulder thinking that’s where my device was, and caused me to have a very extensive rotator cuff injury. 4 months later and my shoulder is still a process in a half. I have minimal movement in that arm due to there mess up and all these people my dad and I would call, abs unfortunately get no where.
Right after my surgery on 9/2 I was expieriencing bad pitting edema in my lower extremities and could breath well. Dad dropped me off at the hospital and wanted to come in to be with me but I said “No, I’ll be alright, loosing you from COVID IS LITERALLY MY #1 fear”. I went in and was diagnosed at that point with diastolic heart failure and COVID ( the first time). I was hospitalized for I believe 6 days and looked my better when I came in. I was also extremely thankful no one else in my house caught it, especially my dad.
But now as I sit in this empty hospital room writing this, my heart breaks a little more. When I go home, my best friend will not be there, his empty chair and are memories is what I have. Gosh I miss him so damn much .
So the reasoning behind the page is to try to help my family a little until I can get back on my feet and we can apply for housing assistance. My dad unfortunately didn’t have a life insurance policy. He did collect SSDI, but my mother is unable to collect anything because she is only 57 and she cannot collect as she has been told numerous amounts of times she does not have enough work credits. Unfortunately when someone passes away, outside life still goes on. I know times are very tough and that’s why I’m embarrassed to have to make this. Are family has been wonderful with assisting us with as much as they can and my mom, brother and I will forever me grateful
Either way, thank you for reading. Also, if you knew my Dad, he kept you very close to his heart. He was a ray of light on my rainy days and even though he’s physically not here, he will forever be in my heart ❤️