OT: 119th Obsequious Banter Thread: April Foods Day

[PDX Flyer]

https://www.npr.org/2024/12/29/nx-s1-5242491/portland-men-dead-sasquatch-bigfoot

Two men from Oregon who went missing after going on a search for Sasquatch have been found dead, Washington state officials announced Saturday.

The men, both from Portland, were reported missing by a family member on Christmas Day and were set to return from searching for the legendary creature in eastern Skamania County on Christmas Eve, according to the county sheriff's office.

Going up into Gifford Pinchot forest is no joke any time of the year. You get lost in the woods very quickly. Some of the best backpacking I’ve ever done but there is no fing way I’d go up there in the winter.

 

[dragonoffrost]

Happy New Year to one and all.

To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.

He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.

He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.

To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.

Sorry to hear this news. As has been said it's great to be able to tell the stories and keep them with you.

 

[VladDrag]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

 

[Lord Defect]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

f***ing he’ll man, I am so sorry.

 

[trostol]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

dude..so sorry for your loss...

 

[Beef Invictus]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

Fully loled at her benching you. From now on when I hear something like "Only __________'s mother would think he's good" I'll think "Well, not VladDrag's mom."

I am so sorry for your loss. There really aren't words for such a thing, at least none that I know; I pray the memories shall always be a blessing.

 

[trostol]

its a weird thing..i get more emotional hearing about other people's mom's passing than i did my own...and she and i were quite close

 

[Chicken N Raffls]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

I am so sorry man, that is horrible. You're write up on her was beautiful. She sounded like one of a kind. That benching story was great! My condolences to you and your family.

 

[Jack Straw]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

I’m so sorry to hear this. My mom died a few years ago and you never get over it. It’s great that you have those wonderful memories of her.

 

[SnS]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

So sorry for your loss.

 

[Cody Webster]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

So sorry for your loss Vlad. Your mom sounds like she was one, tough, awesome, woman.

We need to win another championship for her.

 

[Jack Straw]

I'm sure this article from The Athletic will get a polite comment or two...

Which team has the best front office in ‘big four’ leagues? Execs vote on their peers

Full rankings in the article, here are the top 10 plus the Philadelphia teams and a few others:

1. OKC Thunder
2. Los Angeles Dodgers
3. Baltimore Ravens
4. Tampa Bay Rays
5. Dallas Stars
6. Boston Celtics
7. Tampa Bay Lightning
8. Kansas City Chiefs
9. Florida Panthers
10. San Francisco 49ers

Eagles #11

Phillies and 76ers tied for 48th with... the Cowboys. (HUH?)

Flyers tied with the Milwaukee Bucks and J-E-T-S for 64th

Others of interest: Mets, Bears, Leafs tied (with a few others) for 70th

 

[Magua]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

I am so sorry for you and your family, Vlad. May her memory be a blessing. And from those lovely funny recollections at the end, I know it will be. Thank you for offering us that little glimpse of your mom. Always here for you, pal.

 

[kudymen]

I was reminded of it in the Xmas wishes thread. I was reminded of it because of what happened to some of you guys here in the previous years, and I was reminded of it yet again by @BernieParent several days ago and now @VladDrag.

"It" being the fact I will never be ready for. I will never be ready (not even CLOSE) to get through experiencing such losses in my life and I fear every single day what may happen. I will never know how I will react when a loss like this happens in my (very very small) family. I lost my grandma back in 2002 when I was 12. Ever since then, I keep thinking about what happens when some day one day, one "of them" will not be here. And I know I will break down.
And I am so happy I got to be there for the Xmas for 3 days a week ago with my small family, and that I got to host my older brother here in Prague tonight before his flight to Newcastle, UK tomorrow. Even though there is just a 2 years difference, we have never talked that much.

I am really sorry BP, Vlad, and everyone else facing ANYTHING lately. I know what I will lose but I have no idea how I will get over - if I ever will. Please stay safe.. I am really sorry

 

[BernieParent]

I was reminded of it in the Xmas wishes thread. I was reminded of it because of what happened to some of you guys here in the previous years, and I was reminded of it yet again by @BernieParent several days ago and now @VladDrag.

"It" being the fact I will never be ready for. I will never be ready (not even CLOSE) to get through experiencing such losses in my life and I fear every single day what may happen. I will never know how I will react when a loss like this happens in my (very very small) family. I lost my grandma back in 2002 when I was 12. Ever since then, I keep thinking about what happens when some day one day, one "of them" will not be here. And I know I will break down.
And I am so happy I got to be there for the Xmas for 3 days a week ago with my small family, and that I got to host my older brother here in Prague tonight before his flight to Newcastle, UK tomorrow. Even though there is just a 2 years difference, we have never talked that much.

I am really sorry BP, Vlad, and everyone else facing ANYTHING lately. I know what I will lose but I have no idea how I will get over - if I ever will. Please stay safe.. I am really sorry

Thanks very much for your honesty, Kudymen. I don't think any of us would want to associate with someone who finds the loss of a loved one easy.

If I can offer the following to encourage you, both Mrs. Parent and my children were with us for the last few hours in the hospital room. We all took part in the decision to discontinue care. While we waited for him to draw his last breath, my son (28 yrs old) shared his regret over not having had the courage to be at my MIL's deathbed 13 years ago. What we shared this week was, for him, a second chance to face losing a grandparent. And he did it brilliantly.

He and his girlfriend came for supper with us last night. We ate together, dared to laugh, and remembered my FIL as a family. It also helps us immensely to have our faith in death as not the end.

Don't fear this heartache when it comes and don't try to avoid it. Let yourself feel the grief. You will get through it.

 

[BernieParent]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

My heart is broken for you and your family, Vlad. Such a rapid sequence of events is unfair to having the chance to come to terms with death and to say goodbye. The memories you shared were hilarious and poignant all at once. She sounded like such a special woman and I am grateful for your sharing them. All my prayers for comfort in this dark period of grieving.

 

[kudymen]

Thanks very much for your honesty, Kudymen. I don't think any of us would want to associate with someone who finds the loss of a loved one easy.

If I can offer the following to encourage you, both Mrs. Parent and my children were with us for the last few hours in the hospital room. We all took part in the decision to discontinue care. While we waited for him to draw his last breath, my son (28 yrs old) shared his regret over not having had the courage to be at my MIL's deathbed 13 years ago. What we shared this week was, for him, a second chance to face losing a grandparent. And he did it brilliantly.

He and his girlfriend came for supper with us last night. We are together, dared to laugh, and remembered my FIL as a family. It also helps us immensely to have our faith in death as not the end.

Don't fear this heartache when it comes and don't try to avoid it. Let yourself feel the grief. You will get through it.

I will always say - you are the bestest Mensch (partially referencing The Office there). I appreciate the kind words and will try to take a learning and advise from what you said when necessary.
Thank you

 

[VladDrag]

Thanks very much for your honesty, Kudymen. I don't think any of us would want to associate with someone who finds the loss of a loved one easy.

If I can offer the following to encourage you, both Mrs. Parent and my children were with us for the last few hours in the hospital room. We all took part in the decision to discontinue care. While we waited for him to draw his last breath, my son (28 yrs old) shared his regret over not having had the courage to be at my MIL's deathbed 13 years ago. What we shared this week was, for him, a second chance to face losing a grandparent. And he did it brilliantly.

He and his girlfriend came for supper with us last night. We ate together, dared to laugh, and remembered my FIL as a family. It also helps us immensely to have our faith in death as not the end.

Don't fear this heartache when it comes and don't try to avoid it. Let yourself feel the grief. You will get through it.

Wonderful words Bern!

 

[trostol]

only song i can never listen to anymore..i can't get past like 10 seconds lol too much memory of my mom and i am sure she just never knew this song existed...but this one i just can't do

 

[CanadianFlyer88]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

So sorry, Vlad.

 

[DancingPanther]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

I know it's hardly possible to laugh through grief, but I truly encourage it. Those stories made me laugh, and I hope they made you feel the glimpse of a smile through such an impossible time. Your mom undoubtedly rules. So sorry for your sudden loss, but I know such a wiley and commanding lady will effortlessly live on in your family's stories and memories

 

[DancingPanther]

I'm not going to remind you guys again. Today is the last final end to signups for NHL SURVIVOR III. Don't miss your chance

 

[swami24]

I’m so sorry to hear this. My mom died a few years ago and you never get over it. It’s great that you have those wonderful memories of her.

Yeah, so sorry for you folks. I fear I may be in that that situation too, sooner than not. Mom is bed bound, and actually asked me yesterday if she was dying.

 

[ybnvs]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

Thank you for sharing with us this beauty little story of your mother. She sure sounded like an awesome woman and a real badass of a person. I can tell you really love her. I'm very sorry for your sudden loss and hope you and your family find the peace and solace you deserve.

 

[SolidSnakeUS]

Last night, my mom collapsed around 5. She was awake, but extremely confused and in pain. She was sent to the ER in an ambulance. I got to the ER after the rest of my family around 6:45-7pm and was walked back into a room where the ER physician was talking with my family. He gave us a brief rundown on what had happened. On the way to the hospital my mom was sedated with medication, her heart rate dropped and blood pressure was down, but had stabilized a bit. She placed on a ventilator.

The physician explained she needed a CAT scan next. The doctor returned about an hour later and told us the cat scan revealed a ruptured aneurysm in her stomach area. The physician asked us about our/her preference for resuscitation efforts. He further explained to us there were two options, hospice or emergency surgery but had to confirm with surgeon who was on call. We waited for the surgeon to come into the hospital to discuss, but before he arrived, the physician came back into the room. During that time he left and came back was only about 5 minutes. My mother’s heart beat dropped significantly and he recommended removing the tube and switching to hospice. We agreed.

We walked back to see her one last time. The on-call surgeon arrived to her room not long after we did. He had reviewed the CAT scan information and told us that the aneurysm spread up to her chest and that she would have not survived that surgery. Eventually, we pulled the ventilator. She took maybe 5 breaths and passed away.

My mom was a fierce Flyers and hockey fan. When my group of friends started playing organized roller hockey, we did not have a coach. So, she read a few books and became our coach. She was a hard ass, and loved the rough stuff. One of her favorite books to read about hockey was The Code, which is a book about the unwritten rules of hockey fights.

One point, she coached my older brother’s team in the final. She told me to come and suit up because they might need me. I thought I’d get a few shifts here and there, but she stapled my ass to the bench from puck drop to the final whistle! Benched by my own mother, I wonder how many people can say that!

When we graduated from roller to ice hockey, my mom volunteered to take photos from the penalty box for our high school teams. One night, she was taking photos for my brother’s game when she caught a stick in the mouth, causing her to bleed profusely and lose a few teeth. The stick was my brother’s. Instead of checking on our mom, my brother skated off and continued playing like nothing happened. I remember my mom saying she would have been furious at my brother if he stopped to check on her. She was an awesome lady, and I will miss her.

I'm so sorry for your loss. My mom passed just over 12 years ago and it was something where we had to watch her for a month before she passed. I was with my dad and my brother when we got the call that her heart rate dropped and we went to be with her. She passed while we were in the room. I still remember the last time she acknowledged anything I said to her. I told her I would be back to see her and she nodded. That was the last time she could respond to anyone. It will get better over time, but the pain doesn't fully go away.