Bob...1991-2009.
Hey guys
I lost my brother, Bob. I don't know how I feel to be honest. I keep saying "so-so" but, I either want to eat.. or tuck myself in the blanket and be stuck there. I know my brother is somewhere in a good place with my dad, Grandma Kay, Pop-pop, uncle Vin, and other family members whom I never met. I didn't want to lose my brother, because he taught so many things, and he made all of us smile in an unique way. But it is just hard,being in a new environment because I am still hoping Bob is downstairs and will nag me to make him food.
This is hard, my family and our lives revolved around Bob. My brother was only 17, a year apart from me and he had Autism. Autism is basically a learning disability disorder, where the brain function differently in parts from the normal brain. Bob had a stroke when he was born, the stroke damaged the brain's function which caused Autism for his life.
Bob with Autism or without autism was very smart, he loved music especially the Beatles. He loved his life, even if it may not seem like that. Bob loved nagging his older sisters and his mother to make his food, hotdogs with applesauce mixed or Yams with sprinkle. With either Blue Clue or Blue Bear House on, He would dance the "windmill" dance as his class called the dance and wait for the hotdogs to be done cooking. He liked going for a drive with his mother, or anybody with music blaring in sunny days or starry nights as he would like to stare out through the window listening to the music. I recall whenever Bob was angry, he would bang a chair to let me know, or lay down on a floor. If it was too much for him, he would go straight to his room, bang his door, and listen to his music. Bob never liked being emotional, always happy and smiling. He had a wonderful sense of humor, this time I remember he laughed at his bowl having some idea to do something; all of sudden he splashed his bowl to the ceiling. I yelled, and all bob did was laugh and laugh. The applesauce from the bowl stick to the ceiling to this day. Bob was a good brother, an awesome student, and best kind of a friend to all of us.
Unfortunately, on Sunday... I do not know how all this happened because I was asleep, no one woke me up until the EMTs came. I will give some details though.
Bob fell asleep in the tub, full of water somehow. My mother checked on him while she was having some breakfast. She noticed Bob's face was blue or purple, and he was not breathing. She called Mary
I lost my brother, Bob. I don't know how I feel to be honest. I keep saying "so-so" but, I either want to eat.. or tuck myself in the blanket and be stuck there. I know my brother is somewhere in a good place with my dad, Grandma Kay, Pop-pop, uncle Vin, and other family members whom I never met. I didn't want to lose my brother, because he taught so many things, and he made all of us smile in an unique way. But it is just hard,being in a new environment because I am still hoping Bob is downstairs and will nag me to make him food.
This is hard, my family and our lives revolved around Bob. My brother was only 17, a year apart from me and he had Autism. Autism is basically a learning disability disorder, where the brain function differently in parts from the normal brain. Bob had a stroke when he was born, the stroke damaged the brain's function which caused Autism for his life.
Bob with Autism or without autism was very smart, he loved music especially the Beatles. He loved his life, even if it may not seem like that. Bob loved nagging his older sisters and his mother to make his food, hotdogs with applesauce mixed or Yams with sprinkle. With either Blue Clue or Blue Bear House on, He would dance the "windmill" dance as his class called the dance and wait for the hotdogs to be done cooking. He liked going for a drive with his mother, or anybody with music blaring in sunny days or starry nights as he would like to stare out through the window listening to the music. I recall whenever Bob was angry, he would bang a chair to let me know, or lay down on a floor. If it was too much for him, he would go straight to his room, bang his door, and listen to his music. Bob never liked being emotional, always happy and smiling. He had a wonderful sense of humor, this time I remember he laughed at his bowl having some idea to do something; all of sudden he splashed his bowl to the ceiling. I yelled, and all bob did was laugh and laugh. The applesauce from the bowl stick to the ceiling to this day. Bob was a good brother, an awesome student, and best kind of a friend to all of us.
Unfortunately, on Sunday... I do not know how all this happened because I was asleep, no one woke me up until the EMTs came. I will give some details though.
Bob fell asleep in the tub, full of water somehow. My mother checked on him while she was having some breakfast. She noticed Bob's face was blue or purple, and he was not breathing. She called Mary
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Hey guys
I lost my brother, Bob. I don't know how I feel to be honest. I keep saying "so-so" but, I either want to eat.. or tuck myself in the blanket and be stuck there. I know my brother is somewhere in a good place with my dad, Grandma Kay, Pop-pop, uncle Vin, and other family members whom I never met. I didn't want to lose my brother, because he taught so many things, and he made all of us smile in an unique way. But it is just hard,being in a new environment because I am still hoping Bob is downstairs and will nag me to make him food.
This is hard, my family and our lives revolved around Bob. My brother was only 17, a year apart from me and he had Autism. Autism is basically a learning disability disorder, where the brain function differently in parts from the normal brain. Bob had a stroke when he was born, the stroke damaged the brain's function which caused Autism for his life.
Bob with Autism or without autism was very smart, he loved music especially the Beatles. He loved his life, even if it may not seem like that. Bob loved nagging his older sisters and his mother to make his food, hotdogs with applesauce mixed or Yams with sprinkle. With either Blue Clue or Blue Bear House on, He would dance the "windmill" dance as his class called the dance and wait for the hotdogs to be done cooking. He liked going for a drive with his mother, or anybody with music blaring in sunny days or starry nights as he would like to stare out through the window listening to the music. I recall whenever Bob was angry, he would bang a chair to let me know, or lay down on a floor. If it was too much for him, he would go straight to his room, bang his door, and listen to his music. Bob never liked being emotional, always happy and smiling. He had a wonderful sense of humor, this time I remember he laughed at his bowl having some idea to do something; all of sudden he splashed his bowl to the ceiling. I yelled, and all bob did was laugh and laugh. The applesauce from the bowl stick to the ceiling to this day. Bob was a good brother, an awesome student, and best kind of a friend to all of us.
Unfortunately, on Sunday... I do not know how all this happened because I was asleep, no one woke me up until the EMTs came. I will give some details though.
Bob fell asleep in the tub, full of water somehow. My mother checked on him while she was having some breakfast. She noticed Bob's face was blue or purple, and he was not breathing. She called Mary <lj="tropigalia"> to call 911 (police) Mother tried to do cpr, Bob didn't have pulse. EMTs came, I woke up... Mary explained what has had happened. EMTs put Bob on a cot to bring downstairs, I saw.
He had a tube in his mouth, his head turned right... closed eyes with body not moving at all. It was really scary seeing him like that. At this point, the cops told us to get ready to go where he was going.
So EMTs said he had no pulse or oxygen. They kept working on him for about 15 or 25 minutes until a person I think, a chaplan came to us.. said he was stablized. Then, two doctors came in the waiting room that was the size of small bathroom. It was so white, I didn't really understand except they were saying that they wanted to scan Bob to see traumas.
From there, the doctors said they are moving Bob to ICU and we walked up to ICU waiting room. we waited, waited and waited. Then My brother came to his room in a bed pumping oxygen and heartbeat. But he was not awake, not making any noises nor expecting any music I thought.
Mary kept saying "he is going to die, he is dying" I kept arguing, I was being optimistic, somewhat. I didn't want to lose him.
The nurses and doctors moved him down the hall to the first door on the right. A doctor, a quiet looker but gentle came to the waiting room. He sat down and talked softly to us about what was happening to Bob. Bob as he claimed slept underwater for about 30 minutes. Lots of water got in his body,some how Bob did not feel water. So Bob had Hemoptysis, he coughed up blood from all the water in his lungs and arteries. Bob did not have any oxygen, too much water in his brain claimed to damage Bob's brain. Bob was already brain-dead, basically half-dead on the way to hospital. I didn't want to accept that fact. The gentle doctor, and another doctor who is a really quiet man, but you could see the sadness in his eyes came to us. They talked to us about what to do with Bob being on ventilator, seeing he has no oxygen. We could take him off now and let him go, or wait 24 hours and see what happens.
Harsh decision, My mother had to make the decision in a such short of time. She decided to let him go. Mary and I were not doing so well accepting especially me not understand why my mother had to let him go.
Few hours later, I think about 4pm I held Bob's hand by myself with the nurse in the background... Bob's eyes half opened, with water coming out like teardrops, the ventilator machine pumping through a tube in his mouth along so many needles with sodium going in his veins. I watched Bob's eyes, hoping for him to wake up, and make some strange noises. But I turned and saw the machine's BP and Pulse..and Apnea, they kept going low, like a downhill. There were blood making circles around Bob's eyes, and nose. His arms,too. I cleaned, and the nurse did,too. For a long time, Bob laid there pumped oxygen with no body movement. After an half of an hour, I decided to go back to the waiting room to just sit for a long time.
Shout out to: Liz, Mary Ellen, Becky, Theresa, Jenny, Katie.. All of you thank you for being at the hospital.
After waiting for so long, talking with a stupid lady about organ donation *IT WAS A WRONG TIME*, and eating sammiches.
6pm, We were ready to let go of him, we knew Bob was already half dead and we have to let him go if he had no brain functions.
If Bob had no brain function, he couldn't function anymore. No nervous system telling the brain what to do, no reflex system... Already fried. So, We went into his room. The respiratory team turned off and took out his tube and ventilator machine.
The nurse decided to give Bob some morphine just in case if Bob had traumatic pain. Mary and Mother decided to sing to him. Hymns. Then Beatles for rest of the time. He laid there with his filled red eyes almost closed, breathing harshly. There were starting to be long pauses between his breathings. A minute longer every pause, the skin turned pale from feet to head.
Once his lips turned ghostly white, his head slowly turned right to rest. We all held his hands, becoming ice cold. We knew it was the moment, but Jenny I think asked the nurse to came to confirm.
She got the tall doctor to come, he put his finger on Bob's chest and wrist. "I am sorry, Yes", confirmed the tall blond doctor.
<crying part cut>
I thanked the blond doctor, strangely he gave me a hug along with Mary,as well.
I thanked him just because the staff tried their best. I love my brother, Bob. I wasn't ready, but I am sure he is somewhere good and resting peacefully. Watching all tv he wants to, eating all food he wants along with the Beatles music.
I love Bob. Bob. Rest In Peace with all applesauce with hot-dogs.
I lost my brother, Bob. I don't know how I feel to be honest. I keep saying "so-so" but, I either want to eat.. or tuck myself in the blanket and be stuck there. I know my brother is somewhere in a good place with my dad, Grandma Kay, Pop-pop, uncle Vin, and other family members whom I never met. I didn't want to lose my brother, because he taught so many things, and he made all of us smile in an unique way. But it is just hard,being in a new environment because I am still hoping Bob is downstairs and will nag me to make him food.
This is hard, my family and our lives revolved around Bob. My brother was only 17, a year apart from me and he had Autism. Autism is basically a learning disability disorder, where the brain function differently in parts from the normal brain. Bob had a stroke when he was born, the stroke damaged the brain's function which caused Autism for his life.
Bob with Autism or without autism was very smart, he loved music especially the Beatles. He loved his life, even if it may not seem like that. Bob loved nagging his older sisters and his mother to make his food, hotdogs with applesauce mixed or Yams with sprinkle. With either Blue Clue or Blue Bear House on, He would dance the "windmill" dance as his class called the dance and wait for the hotdogs to be done cooking. He liked going for a drive with his mother, or anybody with music blaring in sunny days or starry nights as he would like to stare out through the window listening to the music. I recall whenever Bob was angry, he would bang a chair to let me know, or lay down on a floor. If it was too much for him, he would go straight to his room, bang his door, and listen to his music. Bob never liked being emotional, always happy and smiling. He had a wonderful sense of humor, this time I remember he laughed at his bowl having some idea to do something; all of sudden he splashed his bowl to the ceiling. I yelled, and all bob did was laugh and laugh. The applesauce from the bowl stick to the ceiling to this day. Bob was a good brother, an awesome student, and best kind of a friend to all of us.
Unfortunately, on Sunday... I do not know how all this happened because I was asleep, no one woke me up until the EMTs came. I will give some details though.
Bob fell asleep in the tub, full of water somehow. My mother checked on him while she was having some breakfast. She noticed Bob's face was blue or purple, and he was not breathing. She called Mary <lj="tropigalia"> to call 911 (police) Mother tried to do cpr, Bob didn't have pulse. EMTs came, I woke up... Mary explained what has had happened. EMTs put Bob on a cot to bring downstairs, I saw.
He had a tube in his mouth, his head turned right... closed eyes with body not moving at all. It was really scary seeing him like that. At this point, the cops told us to get ready to go where he was going.
So EMTs said he had no pulse or oxygen. They kept working on him for about 15 or 25 minutes until a person I think, a chaplan came to us.. said he was stablized. Then, two doctors came in the waiting room that was the size of small bathroom. It was so white, I didn't really understand except they were saying that they wanted to scan Bob to see traumas.
From there, the doctors said they are moving Bob to ICU and we walked up to ICU waiting room. we waited, waited and waited. Then My brother came to his room in a bed pumping oxygen and heartbeat. But he was not awake, not making any noises nor expecting any music I thought.
Mary kept saying "he is going to die, he is dying" I kept arguing, I was being optimistic, somewhat. I didn't want to lose him.
The nurses and doctors moved him down the hall to the first door on the right. A doctor, a quiet looker but gentle came to the waiting room. He sat down and talked softly to us about what was happening to Bob. Bob as he claimed slept underwater for about 30 minutes. Lots of water got in his body,some how Bob did not feel water. So Bob had Hemoptysis, he coughed up blood from all the water in his lungs and arteries. Bob did not have any oxygen, too much water in his brain claimed to damage Bob's brain. Bob was already brain-dead, basically half-dead on the way to hospital. I didn't want to accept that fact. The gentle doctor, and another doctor who is a really quiet man, but you could see the sadness in his eyes came to us. They talked to us about what to do with Bob being on ventilator, seeing he has no oxygen. We could take him off now and let him go, or wait 24 hours and see what happens.
Harsh decision, My mother had to make the decision in a such short of time. She decided to let him go. Mary and I were not doing so well accepting especially me not understand why my mother had to let him go.
Few hours later, I think about 4pm I held Bob's hand by myself with the nurse in the background... Bob's eyes half opened, with water coming out like teardrops, the ventilator machine pumping through a tube in his mouth along so many needles with sodium going in his veins. I watched Bob's eyes, hoping for him to wake up, and make some strange noises. But I turned and saw the machine's BP and Pulse..and Apnea, they kept going low, like a downhill. There were blood making circles around Bob's eyes, and nose. His arms,too. I cleaned, and the nurse did,too. For a long time, Bob laid there pumped oxygen with no body movement. After an half of an hour, I decided to go back to the waiting room to just sit for a long time.
Shout out to: Liz, Mary Ellen, Becky, Theresa, Jenny, Katie.. All of you thank you for being at the hospital.
After waiting for so long, talking with a stupid lady about organ donation *IT WAS A WRONG TIME*, and eating sammiches.
6pm, We were ready to let go of him, we knew Bob was already half dead and we have to let him go if he had no brain functions.
If Bob had no brain function, he couldn't function anymore. No nervous system telling the brain what to do, no reflex system... Already fried. So, We went into his room. The respiratory team turned off and took out his tube and ventilator machine.
The nurse decided to give Bob some morphine just in case if Bob had traumatic pain. Mary and Mother decided to sing to him. Hymns. Then Beatles for rest of the time. He laid there with his filled red eyes almost closed, breathing harshly. There were starting to be long pauses between his breathings. A minute longer every pause, the skin turned pale from feet to head.
Once his lips turned ghostly white, his head slowly turned right to rest. We all held his hands, becoming ice cold. We knew it was the moment, but Jenny I think asked the nurse to came to confirm.
She got the tall doctor to come, he put his finger on Bob's chest and wrist. "I am sorry, Yes", confirmed the tall blond doctor.
<crying part cut>
I thanked the blond doctor, strangely he gave me a hug along with Mary,as well.
I thanked him just because the staff tried their best. I love my brother, Bob. I wasn't ready, but I am sure he is somewhere good and resting peacefully. Watching all tv he wants to, eating all food he wants along with the Beatles music.
I love Bob. Bob. Rest In Peace with all applesauce with hot-dogs.