Robert Couchman's Funeral Expenses
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Hello. My name is Trevor Allen Crane. On April 27th, 2015, my father, Robert Couchman passed away. He was in the hospital due to heart problems. He had a heart attack about a month ago that went untreated and unnoticed. The hospital a..dmitted him, and said they would need to run some tests. It turns out his heart was weak, and 3 arteries were clogged. They put stents in his heart to improve the blood flow, and they assured us that he was fine, and that he would be coming home the next day (on the 27th). Well, his heart gave out, and they attempted to revive him. They said it was just his time, and that there was really nothing they could have done.
My father was a very compassionate and giving man. He would give anyone anything they needed just to make them happy (even if it cost him his own happiness). He really did see the best in everyone, and tried to help everyone around him. He was a great and honest man. I have never met anyone more loving than him.
He will truly be missed. He had this awkward sense of humor that you would just have to know him to get. He would always make everyone around him laugh, and he would keep a smile on everyone's faces. He was very understanding, and very rarely was he ever mad. He had this calming effect that would soothe anyone near him. He was a great listener, and even better at giving advice. I would have never admitted this to him, but he was almost always right.
He was a very hard working man as well. He was a long haul truck driver. He was the sole provider for our family, and made sure that anything and everything we ever needed was taken care of. He really was a hard working, dedicated man.
His favorite Holiday was July 4th. I remember as a kid we would always go to Alabama to get all of the big, fun fireworks. We always had such a blast! His favorite restaurant is Ichiban. I know this, because every single time we passed it he would tell us how amazing it was, and that he really wanted to go there.
He was such a great man. He will truly be missed. I value all the time I had with him, and he really was one of a kind.
I am making this because I want him to have the funeral he deserves. I want to respect his and the family's wishes, but I cannot afford it by myself. Any donation would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much.
This is Robert's daughter, Darienne.
My daddy was the best man I knew. He taught me to respect myself. He taught me to never just believe what I'm told; to always fact check and do research. He didn't want me to be spoonfed information and accept what comes. He expected me to make my own future, to seize what I wanted for myself. He was always right and he knew it. He wouldn't rub it in your face either, unless he was joking around.
He brought our family together. Before he got back together with my mommy, everyone was seperated. Daddy wanted the family to be together and he made it happen. He loved lame jokes. We had the same sense of humor so we were always laughing at something, and my mom and brothers would just roll their eyes. We wrestled, we listened to the same music, we talked for hours. We lived.
Daddy always wore the same thing: checkered or plaid shirts, black or tan cargo shorts, tall socks and black sneakers. When we'd go to the beach he had tan lines on his ankles from always wearing those socks. We always made fun of him for it, but it was a part of him. He's the only one in the family that doesn't have a tattoo, but he wanted one.
My daddy didn't deserve to die, but he did, and he left the family he worked so hard to keep together alone. He was only 44, and he didn't expect to be leaving us so early. He got life insurance but it hadn't gone into effect yet, and we're left with nothing.
My father was a very compassionate and giving man. He would give anyone anything they needed just to make them happy (even if it cost him his own happiness). He really did see the best in everyone, and tried to help everyone around him. He was a great and honest man. I have never met anyone more loving than him.
He will truly be missed. He had this awkward sense of humor that you would just have to know him to get. He would always make everyone around him laugh, and he would keep a smile on everyone's faces. He was very understanding, and very rarely was he ever mad. He had this calming effect that would soothe anyone near him. He was a great listener, and even better at giving advice. I would have never admitted this to him, but he was almost always right.
He was a very hard working man as well. He was a long haul truck driver. He was the sole provider for our family, and made sure that anything and everything we ever needed was taken care of. He really was a hard working, dedicated man.
His favorite Holiday was July 4th. I remember as a kid we would always go to Alabama to get all of the big, fun fireworks. We always had such a blast! His favorite restaurant is Ichiban. I know this, because every single time we passed it he would tell us how amazing it was, and that he really wanted to go there.
He was such a great man. He will truly be missed. I value all the time I had with him, and he really was one of a kind.
I am making this because I want him to have the funeral he deserves. I want to respect his and the family's wishes, but I cannot afford it by myself. Any donation would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much.
This is Robert's daughter, Darienne.
My daddy was the best man I knew. He taught me to respect myself. He taught me to never just believe what I'm told; to always fact check and do research. He didn't want me to be spoonfed information and accept what comes. He expected me to make my own future, to seize what I wanted for myself. He was always right and he knew it. He wouldn't rub it in your face either, unless he was joking around.
He brought our family together. Before he got back together with my mommy, everyone was seperated. Daddy wanted the family to be together and he made it happen. He loved lame jokes. We had the same sense of humor so we were always laughing at something, and my mom and brothers would just roll their eyes. We wrestled, we listened to the same music, we talked for hours. We lived.
Daddy always wore the same thing: checkered or plaid shirts, black or tan cargo shorts, tall socks and black sneakers. When we'd go to the beach he had tan lines on his ankles from always wearing those socks. We always made fun of him for it, but it was a part of him. He's the only one in the family that doesn't have a tattoo, but he wanted one.
My daddy didn't deserve to die, but he did, and he left the family he worked so hard to keep together alone. He was only 44, and he didn't expect to be leaving us so early. He got life insurance but it hadn't gone into effect yet, and we're left with nothing.
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Trevor AC
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Pensacola, FL