My brother, Don, finally lost his fight this morning.

Benevolent One

Benevolent One

Team Owner
Joined
Jan 1, 2007
Messages
13,871
Points
583
Location
NE Ohio
Some of you know that my brother, Don, has had several heart attacks recently and he has been on dialysis and he also has been battling cancer, Multiple Myeloma, for a few years now. He had another setback during dialysis and they had him on a ventilator while they called the family in and told us it would be a matter of minutes. It was.

While I knew this was coming, it is still really rough to know that he is gone. He is the second brother I have lost, now.
 
Sorry for your loss, buddy. My mom was on dialysis for 12 years, toward the end, her quality of life had severely deteriorated. Find some comfort knowing that his struggle is over.
My condolences.
 
condolences to the family's
 
Very sorry for your loss.
 
Sorry for the loss of your brother. I really can't fathom it. Thoughts go out to you.
 
Thanks for the words of encouragement, the thoughts and the prayers. They mean more than you know. DUN24, it is hard to fathom if you haven't been there. Unfortunately, I have been there with my oldest brother, Jim, a few years ago, but he had lived so far away for so many years it was different in a lot of ways.

Don, or Donny, as I always called him, was my closest brother. I talked to him the most. I definitely saw him the most. He had the least but was the first to help out in any way he could, if I needed a ride, or to borrow a car for a few days or if he could help fix a car or truck even as his health deteriorated, he still knew what he knew, you know. He was rude, crude and socially unacceptable but he had a heart for people that a lot of people didn't see. He was a Shriner, but didn't advertise that fact. He just liked that they helped people.

He absolutely loved cars, especially old Mopars, and motorcycles. He had an old '69 Coronet convertible that he brought back with him from Houston years and years ago that he planned on rebuilding that he never had the money to even start. He rode a '77 Honda 750 daily but he also had a '71 (I think) Triumph 650 Tiger which was his baby until somebody stole it recently. He loved music, especially from the 60's and 70's. Van Morrison, Steppenwolf, Badfinger, and those guys could just stir his soul, man.

I'm now running late for work, but thanks for listening to me ramble and talk about a great guy and great brother for a few minutes. Have a good day, Chris
 
Benevolent One said:
Some of you know that my brother, Don, has had several heart attacks recently and he has been on dialysis and he also has been battling cancer, Multiple Myeloma, for a few years now. He had another setback during dialysis and they had him on a ventilator while they called the family in and told us it would be a matter of minutes. It was.

While I knew this was coming, it is still really rough to know that he is gone. He is the second brother I have lost, now.
Click to expand...

I am very sorry for your loss.
 
I lost my oldest brother Rick 5 years ago. I still miss him, it's weird that he's gone. I'm still not used to it.


I hope you're doing ok.
 
Benevolent One said:
Thanks for the words of encouragement, the thoughts and the prayers. They mean more than you know. DUN24, it is hard to fathom if you haven't been there. Unfortunately, I have been there with my oldest brother, Jim, a few years ago, but he had lived so far away for so many years it was different in a lot of ways.

Don, or Donny, as I always called him, was my closest brother. I talked to him the most. I definitely saw him the most. He had the least but was the first to help out in any way he could, if I needed a ride, or to borrow a car for a few days or if he could help fix a car or truck even as his health deteriorated, he still knew what he knew, you know. He was rude, crude and socially unacceptable but he had a heart for people that a lot of people didn't see. He was a Shriner, but didn't advertise that fact. He just liked that they helped people.

He absolutely loved cars, especially old Mopars, and motorcycles. He had an old '69 Coronet convertible that he brought back with him from Houston years and years ago that he planned on rebuilding that he never had the money to even start. He rode a '77 Honda 750 daily but he also had a '71 (I think) Triumph 650 Tiger which was his baby until somebody stole it recently. He loved music, especially from the 60's and 70's. Van Morrison, Steppenwolf, Badfinger, and those guys could just stir his soul, man.

I'm now running late for work, but thanks for listening to me ramble and talk about a great guy and great brother for a few minutes. Have a good day, Chris
Click to expand...

Thanks for telling us a bit about Don. Sounds like a great dude. Again, so sorry for your loss. Stay strong.

RIP Don
 
Services are today. Thankfully my sister-in-law decided to have calling hours, service and a dinner for close friends and family right back to back so we only have to go through this stuff once. It's gonna be a rough one.
 
Benevolent One said:
Services are today. Thankfully my sister-in-law decided to have calling hours, service and a dinner for close friends and family right back to back so we only have to go through this stuff once. It's gonna be a rough one.
Click to expand...
I feel your pain, bud. :(

When my dad died, the toughest part of it for me was definitely the phone calls. I am not a crier by any means, but I swear, I would be "okay" and then someone would call to talk about it and start crying, and without fail, I would start crying along with them every single time. It was awful.

All I can say is hang in there as best you can. That's all you can do.
 
He is in a better place now...all human issues are gone...you will see him again.
 
I was listening to a political radio show some years back and the caller mentioned to the host that he had basically died from a heart attack but was brought back to life by the EMTs.

The host realized that it was off-topic but he was interested (as we all would be) - and he asked how he could describe the experience.

The caller (from his voice he seemed like an older gentleman)...said the best way he could describe death was the old joke about the caterpillars and the butterfly.

The joke: "Two caterpillars are crawling around on the ground when a shadow comes over them. They look up in fear - concerned that it may be a bird - but it's a Butterfly. One caterpillar says to the other one - boy-o-boy - they will never get me up in one of those things".

(not knowing - of course - that that was exactly what they would become)
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom