Members robinf Posted January 11, 2008 Members Report Share Posted January 11, 2008 Bum - isn't that a funny name? My grandsons named Jon that and he wore it so proudly. He always said that if he was in a crowd and heard the name Bum, he would know it was him they were looking for.December 20th - like any other morning, Jon took his shower and got ready for work. This morning was different - he came to me with the usual kiss goodbye and said, "You know what? I am going to play hooky today and stay home and help you wrap Christmas gifts." Wow - that was not usual for him - he never stayed home.We spent the day at home - wrapping gifts and him working on his computer. In the afternoon my grandmother called from California and since he was home - he got to be a part of the conversation. Then it was close to dinner and he called his mother to go for a ride to pick up subs. They had a nice chat.He came home, we ate dinner and at 8 the grandsons, ages 5 and 3 call to say goodnight. Well Bum decided to call them a little early - around 7:30. He first spoke with Brandyn, I hate to admit - but he is our favorite. Jon said, "Goodnight B, I love you." Then we waited for Kameryn to get on the phone. He's just 3.Jon was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap and I was about 5 feet away on the recliner with my laptop on my lap.Suddenly I heard a weird gasping sound and looked at him. His head was back. He was gasping. I figured he just had a cramp in his back or something. It's happened before. I said, "Jon, what are you doing?" He didn't answer. I jumped up and ran to him. I grabbed the phone and tried to get Kameryn off the phone so I could call 911. Kameryn thought we were playing with him and he kept laughing. (that still haunts me) After a lot of screaming - I just hung up hoping the line would disconnect.I layed my hand on Jon's chest and told him he would be alright - that I was there. I looked in his eyes and saw his pupils blow. I knew it was bad. I felt for a pulse, there was none.I checked the phone and I was now able to dial 911. I told them my address and that I needed an ambulance right away. The lady just kept saying, "Calm down so I can help you." I just wanted a darn ambulance! Stop telling me to calm down. We live a half hour from town and there is no time for you to keep talking - get the ambulance.I ran to unlock the door and ran back to pull my husband off the couch. He is a big man - well over 250 pounds and I am disabled so I had to do a lot of pulling and tugging. I finally got him on the floor and started CPR. I didn't know the numbers and asked the lady and she told me 30 and 2. So I started. You never know how hard doing CPR is when you have to do it to your own husband and you are screaming, crying and trying to reassure him and making sure you tell him you love him.I knew he was gone. At the hospital they said what happened to him was the same thing that happened to the young athletes on the field. Nothing could have saved him. He died immediately. He was only 51.I am devastated. I am alone. We were not from here so I have no friends - not one! There is no bereavement group in the area - no help. I never knew that sad could be so painful. I feel everyday like I am in a haze - my world is over. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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