12/13/1970 - 4/27/2014
You were needed somewhere else...
On April 25, 2014 I drove you to the ER becuase your head had been hurting since the day prior. It hurt like nothing you had felt before, but we thought it might have been a migraine. You had difficulty explaining things as we drove to the hospital. I walked you into the ER and told them I thought you were having a stroke. They took us straight to the exam room and asked you questions, which you answered most correctly. You couldn’t remember my name and kept telling the doctor my name was”Michael” instead of”Lisa.” I told you I was Lisa and you smiled and waved at me and then reached for my hand. We held hands while waiting for answers. You had a CAT scan of your head. The doctor informed me you had a large bleed on the left side of your brain and that it was”non-surgical.” He informed me that they needed to order more scans and that all we could do was wait.
You became less responsive to questions and became more sleepy. They took you for a CT Angiogram next and when they brought you back, you no longer responded to voices. The doctor told me the bleeding was worse and they were going to need to put you on a ventilator to breathe soon before you stopped breathing on your own. I was in shock and disbelief that all of this was happening within a matter of 2 hours. We had just walked in to the ER! How could this be correct?? You were only 43 years old!
They did an MRI and transported you to Critical Care. The hooked you up to a ventilator and other monitors and medications. I felt I was in a horrific nightmare. I had called your Dad, and your Mom was also notified and on her way from out of town. Essentially, I was alone with you, watching you fight to stay alive throughout the night.We all fought hard for you, but we lost that battle because it wasn’t ours to win.
Other plans were made for you, however. You were too good to stay in this battered world. Your sweet, tired soul was ready to do other, much more important tasks on the other side to guide us on our earthly paths. Although you suffered the rarest form of stroke, your body was healthy and able to give life to others through organ donation, who had very important things left to do here. You made that possilbe and you will live on in those lives. I am so proud of you and love you for that. I know I will see you again one day very soon, Michael!
Celebrating the Life of Michael Carn
Because you were always there for my loved ones, my heart thanks you. You are missed, and thought of with love.
When I was younger, I would come home from school sometimes to find a new toy or game that Mike would leave me as a surprise.