Sean Connery Memorial Fund

Sean Connery faught a valiant battle against cancer for 7 years. Now, his family needs your help. Please donate to his memorial fund to help Erin and Natalie with his funeral and medical expenses, and enjoy some special memories or Sean from his Beloved Daughter, Erin. 

Yesterday, December 3, at about 7:30pm the world lost a great man. My dad, Sean Connery, lost his 7 year battle with cancer while holding my hand. The time that I got to spend with you, post diagnosis, was a true miracle. As I think back on the 16 years i got to spend with you, there are some key moments that stand out the most. I remember when i was very little that you couldn't hold me. You had messed up your back on a job site and had 2 surgeries. One day, I had to be about 2-3, you came home from work and I ran up to you. As I ran up, you bent down to my height and when we hugged, you picked me up. I looked at you with so much shock and said, "Daddy! You're holding me!" I remember going up to the pool parking lot in our neighborhood and riding my bike straight into that ugly purple truck you had. When you ran over, I though you were going to yell at me and instead you laughed and said "You good kid?". I remember riding your motorcycle for the first time. I thought I was so cool... honestly. I told EVERYONE how cool I thought you were too. I remember when you and I played soccer in the front yard. and when you took me up to the bating cadges. I remember the day you told me you had cancer. It was a Thursday. You were working down in west point and you had to spend the night there Monday-Friday. So seeing you home a day early was definitely a surprise. You and mom called me into your room and you looked at me and broke the news. I didn't know what to think. I was to young. Only 9. You were only supposed to have a few months. But from there, things moved in fast forward. A month later you had your first major surgery. They took out the upper right lobe of your right lung and parts of your bronchial tubes. You were cancer free... for a year... You had your second major surgery a year later. They completed your right pneumonectomy. You were going to come home a few days later but plans changed. Your only lung had gotten infected with pneumonia. you spent the next 64 days in icu on a ventilator. We didn't think you would come home but you like surprising us. It took you years to get back to 50% of where you were before you went into the hospital, but you were determined. We became extremely close in this period of time. You became my rock. You became my best friend. We traveled the US together this summer and there is no one that I would have rather gotten to do it with. Five years after your second surgery, almost to the day, on November 12, 2016, you went back into icu. You had a fistula in your esophagus leading to your trachea. The doctors at Emory, where you were at the time, said there was nothing they could do but make you comfortable. So we picked up the phone to call Dr. Dan Miller. He was your thoracic surgeon for the first two surgeries. He goes toe to toe with God every day of his life. If there was something that could be done, he was going to do it. We had you transferred over to CTCA down in Newnan. Two days later you had your third, and final, surgery. It worked for a while and our family found hope again. You were taken off the vent and could talk to us again. It was so nice to hear your voice. You had a lot of struggles in the short time you were off the vent and this morning they had to put you back on. We were told you had only hours left. That quickly turned into 30 minutes. As I was walking back into your room, you opened your eyes. I rushed over to talk to you and say something's I thought needed to be said. You died second after. You were and will forever be my best friend dad. You have no idea how much you are loved and missed here. But I know you're in a better place. I know you rode your Harley through the gates of heaven and were met with Domino and Boo. I love you daddy. Fly high.