Janiuary 30, 1977-February 13, 2013, is the life span for my brother. He was admitted to the ICU this past Sunday morning. I saw him that afternoon. He was put on a respirator Monday to try to help clear up his lungs and to make it easier to breathe. I was told Tuesday night that he wasn't doing good. A little before 1:30 pm yesterday, while my students were at special, I got a call, saying that Timmy was coming off the respirator and only had hours to live. I left school and went straight to the hospital. We had a roomful of people. We told stories about him and laughed, stories about how much of a stinker he could be.
About 9:45 pm, he was moved out of ICU and to a regular floor. I left a few minutes before 10 pm to come home and go to bed. A little before 10:30 pm, the hospital called to say that Timmy had died. I've been crying off and on since yesterday afternoon.
My first thought was if I knew he would only live 30 more minutes that I would've stayed. Then a few minutes later, I thought, maybe he waited until I left to die, just to be a stinker one more time. Like he had the last word.
This was taken on Christmas in 2010.
Timmy's funeral will be Tuesday, March 5 at Grace Baptist Church on Firestone Blvd, in Akron, OH at 11 am, and visitation at 10 am. He will be burried next to Grandpa Sanyo.
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