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My name is Marco Ortega, my family and I would like to share our story with you all:
Well there isn't much to say anymore but unfortunately my father was pronounced dead at 7AM on April 19, 2020. There are no words to express how my family and I are feeling at this moment. I was lucky enough to be allowed into the hospital, I held his hand and told him he had suffered enough. That no matter what the circumstances were he fought until the very end. It hurts me so much to write this, and my heart feels heavy. I have gained an angel and my father finished his race. I know god was happy to receive him in all his glory. The only thing that comforts me, is knowing that he wasn't alone. Even though he was sedated for the most part, under many medications, I know he was listening to me. I told him to rest, and be easy, that his suffering was coming to an end. As I sat there alone with him in the ICU room, the nurse came running in. Desperation in his face, he announced "I think he has passed away". Quickly rushing to get the doctor, I could see tears run down his own cheeks. In that moment, I knew he felt just as helpless as I did. But I thanked him, I thanked him because they too feel alone& in these tough times I can only imagine what they are going through having to face death every day.
My father is home now, but I am so heartbroken I won't ever feel him again, give him a hug, hear him sing, play his guitar, hear his laugh, or see him smile as he drinks a cold one. Only god knows why these things happen. Sometimes it feels unfair because we try to do everything in our power to help them, and they still manage to slip away. Life never prepares you for this.
**MOURN WITH OUR FAMILY AS THEY NEVER GOT TO SAY A PROPER GOODBYE DUE TO THIS PANDEMIC.
**PRAY FOR US AS WE SEEK COMFORT AND PEACE WITHIN OUR HEARTS.
I never knew what death was until I stared at it in the face today. Witnessing my fathers body in the condition it was broke me, holding his cold hands, after spending 24 days in the hospital.
I prayed to god every minute while there, and played his favorite songs for him. As a son I did everything I could to comfort him. COVID-19 didn't take him, God simply felt his pain, and took it away. It was his time to go home.
May god bless you all, and from the bottom of my heart, I want to say THANK YOU to those who played a role in his life. May his memories always live on today, tomorrow and forever.
HASTA LA PROXIMA JEFE Ya se que me vas a estar esperando con un tequila y tu guitarra. Yo le seguiré hechando ganas aquí, mientras que estemos vivos, tu nombre siempre vivirá. Te queremos un chingo y nunca me olvidare de ti.
***My father - SERGIO ORTEGA - who resided in Port Chester, NY, was not only a resident of this small village, but I'd like to consider him a pillar of the community.
He was widely known, and cherished by many. You would see him with his backpack, guitar, and a huge smile across his face.
-------> "They say the only measure of your worth and your deeds will be the love you leave behind when you're gone."
Unfortunately these circumstances has brought us to seek financial assistance to be able to give my father a proper goodbye with a funeral service the way he would have wanted. Nobody would have ever thought this would have happened and especially not while none of us are working. We haven’t worked in over a month so financially we are in a bind just like many of the rest of you. I hope to be able to reach people's hearts and support from any to be able to accomplish this. We kindly ask of you to donate to our family whatever you can. We would greatly appreciate the support as we deal with these difficult moments. We know we aren't alone, and we know many of you are hurt as well as us. Let's try and give the best proper goodbye we can to an amazing human being, father, brother, son, friend, and uncle.
A Special shout out and immense Thank You to the hard-working, essential, and phenomenal team at Greenwich Hospital who cared for my father, and many other patients. Enduring such a pandemic at these times, and suffering alongside the families. I know my father was in the best caring hands possible. We are happy because we know that for those 24 days, they fought just as hard as he did.
Well there isn't much to say anymore but unfortunately my father was pronounced dead at 7AM on April 19, 2020. There are no words to express how my family and I are feeling at this moment. I was lucky enough to be allowed into the hospital, I held his hand and told him he had suffered enough. That no matter what the circumstances were he fought until the very end. It hurts me so much to write this, and my heart feels heavy. I have gained an angel and my father finished his race. I know god was happy to receive him in all his glory. The only thing that comforts me, is knowing that he wasn't alone. Even though he was sedated for the most part, under many medications, I know he was listening to me. I told him to rest, and be easy, that his suffering was coming to an end. As I sat there alone with him in the ICU room, the nurse came running in. Desperation in his face, he announced "I think he has passed away". Quickly rushing to get the doctor, I could see tears run down his own cheeks. In that moment, I knew he felt just as helpless as I did. But I thanked him, I thanked him because they too feel alone& in these tough times I can only imagine what they are going through having to face death every day.
My father is home now, but I am so heartbroken I won't ever feel him again, give him a hug, hear him sing, play his guitar, hear his laugh, or see him smile as he drinks a cold one. Only god knows why these things happen. Sometimes it feels unfair because we try to do everything in our power to help them, and they still manage to slip away. Life never prepares you for this.
**MOURN WITH OUR FAMILY AS THEY NEVER GOT TO SAY A PROPER GOODBYE DUE TO THIS PANDEMIC.
**PRAY FOR US AS WE SEEK COMFORT AND PEACE WITHIN OUR HEARTS.
I never knew what death was until I stared at it in the face today. Witnessing my fathers body in the condition it was broke me, holding his cold hands, after spending 24 days in the hospital.
I prayed to god every minute while there, and played his favorite songs for him. As a son I did everything I could to comfort him. COVID-19 didn't take him, God simply felt his pain, and took it away. It was his time to go home.
May god bless you all, and from the bottom of my heart, I want to say THANK YOU to those who played a role in his life. May his memories always live on today, tomorrow and forever.
HASTA LA PROXIMA JEFE Ya se que me vas a estar esperando con un tequila y tu guitarra. Yo le seguiré hechando ganas aquí, mientras que estemos vivos, tu nombre siempre vivirá. Te queremos un chingo y nunca me olvidare de ti.
***My father - SERGIO ORTEGA - who resided in Port Chester, NY, was not only a resident of this small village, but I'd like to consider him a pillar of the community.
He was widely known, and cherished by many. You would see him with his backpack, guitar, and a huge smile across his face.
-------> "They say the only measure of your worth and your deeds will be the love you leave behind when you're gone."
Unfortunately these circumstances has brought us to seek financial assistance to be able to give my father a proper goodbye with a funeral service the way he would have wanted. Nobody would have ever thought this would have happened and especially not while none of us are working. We haven’t worked in over a month so financially we are in a bind just like many of the rest of you. I hope to be able to reach people's hearts and support from any to be able to accomplish this. We kindly ask of you to donate to our family whatever you can. We would greatly appreciate the support as we deal with these difficult moments. We know we aren't alone, and we know many of you are hurt as well as us. Let's try and give the best proper goodbye we can to an amazing human being, father, brother, son, friend, and uncle.
A Special shout out and immense Thank You to the hard-working, essential, and phenomenal team at Greenwich Hospital who cared for my father, and many other patients. Enduring such a pandemic at these times, and suffering alongside the families. I know my father was in the best caring hands possible. We are happy because we know that for those 24 days, they fought just as hard as he did.
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Marco Ortega
Organizer
Port Chester, NY