The Death of my Fiancé, Our Future, & Home

The love of my life, Eric Hurd, passed away unexpectedly on 8/28. Early Sunday morning he wasn’t feeling well and called for my help. I quickly ran to his side to help him off the couch and upon standing he had a seizure. I caught him from falling to the ground and immediately called 911. With the dispatcher’s help, I performed CPR for 9 minutes till EMS arrived. 9 agonizing minutes of not knowing if my fiancé would live or die. Watching his eyes roll in the back of his head and foam at the mouth, I rolled him on his side and cleared the aspirations before turning him back over and continuing chest compressions. The image of him gasping for breath and turning blue haunts me that there was nothing more I could do. It took 30 minutes of EMS working on him to get a pulse, but sadly it wouldn’t matter. At the hospital we heard he died again in the ambulance but they got him back for the second time. Scans showed his brain had too many signs of hypoxia, or lack of oxygen to the brain. Even if he did wake up, he may be brain dead. We all held our breath hoping he would recover as they transferred him to the ICU at IU North to cool his body down in hopes to help with the brain swelling. Some hopeful news that it would take 72 hours before we would see results and told to go home and get some rest, but not even an hour later a dreadful call stating we needed to get back immediately as he wasn’t expected to survive the afternoon. I remember racing to the hospital only for him to pass the minute I walked into his room and embraced him in my arms. My love, my future, gone before my eyes without as much as a farewell goodbye. I was so mad at him. Mad that he left me so suddenly. Mad that I didn’t get to tell him I loved him one final time. Mad that my future had been completely taken away from me. The life we planned together and built over the last 4.5 years was gone. Stollen by underlying health issues we didn’t know about. Now I’m here begging for help from you to save me from going homeless. The house was in his and his stepfather’s name, whom wants to sell the home. I am asking for donations so I may move. No amount of money can bring my Eric back, but it will help me get back on my feet. Otherwise, I may be all alone and homeless. Even if you can’t help by contributing a few dollars, please take my story and go tell your loved ones how much they mean to you; that you love them. I’d give anything to tell my love how much he meant to me one final time. Life is so short and precious. Please use my heartache to treasure every moment you have together.