My father passed away at 9:20 p.m. in the ICU of North Kansas City Hospital on Monday night. My brother, mom, and I let Dad go after 9 days in a coma after he fell head-first down some stairs after a stroke, and a subsequent impact causing severe damage to his frontal, temporal, and occiptal lobes of his brain. The man we knew was gone and he wasn't going to ever be able to survive without a machine. We had a pact that none of us would ever subject the other to such a horrible existence; and we held up our end. I'm going to miss my teacher, mentor, adversary, and champion. Make sure you let those you love know that you love them. Dad and I knew where we stood with each other, and that gives me more comfort than I ever thought possible.
So Godspeed, Dad. You had a good time and did a good job while you were here.
So Godspeed, Dad. You had a good time and did a good job while you were here.