Wednesday, October 15, 2003
On Saturday morning 10-05-03, my brother called to say Dad had to go to Underwood... might not be a good thing; I'll be right over, and he did. I was picked up, and to Underwood we went. My Father was in an ICU room with a ventilator, and dozen or so medicines plumbed into his IV. The Bergin family was grouping into the room; talking, crying, and praying to my Daddy as he was in a coma. A day goes buy, and then another without any real change in his condition. I brought the Bible into his room to read some to him, and my Grand mom was in the room, so I read with pride. The Family and I decided "tomorrow we will meet in the conference room to discuss what has happened to Daddy, and we did.
It is Monday now, and also more obvious that my Daddy could not be himself anymore; due to the loss of Oxygen to the brain for X amount of time nearly 30 minutes. Such a loss of Oxygen to the complete brain would be severely detrimental to the William A Bergin my family and I have grown to Love. Therefore when we all met in the room we went to the convention room, sat down and stared in an upset manner at one another. I stood up, looked around, and said"OK, when I was home after my brain injury I was thinking of how annoying this kind of suffering is. Thinking over how much "I preferred to have Bin Laden go through a diversity like this", because it is so hard and burdensome to go through that; however, my Daddy would suffer a lot more anguish.
I could see that the sanest thing to do here would be to remove the assistants, so all peace could be maintained, and Daddy could go to a better land; Heaven.
We decided the rulling, I held his hand in tears, his hand was cold in 28 minutes.
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