Yesterday my uncle was taken off of life support at 10:30ish am. A lot of the family left when they took him off the ventilator but I wanted to stay (I wanted someone by his side). When they took the tube out of his throat his face wretched in pain and his body struggled for breath. He looked to be in so much pain and everyone just wished it would be over soon.

They put my uncle on a morphine drip and an anti-seizure medicine (i forget which) and basically that is all. Over the next 11 hours or so my family sat around and told stories. We told stories to remember the good times and to try to ignore that we were watching a family member slowly die.

It horrifies me that for such an advanced country we still can’t practice euthanasia. Instead we have to put people families through hell as they watch their loved ones suffer and slowly die instead of making it a quick five minute process.

Anyway I took a nap around at around 7:30ish as I was tired because i did not a good sleep the night before (go figure). It was time, my uncle’s heart beat was in the 40’s (compared to the 90-110 it was in before) and his blood pressure was some really low number.

I held my uncle’s arm and told him that it was okay to go. Everyone told them that they loved him and we all were silent. Just as my grandmother said Scott had taken a last breath he took another breath just to prove her wrong (he was always oner y like that). His body went lifeless and i didn’t know what to think.

Scott Dean was pronounced dead at 10:05 pm 10/27/2006 and his organs were donated as per his wishes.

I’ve never seen someone die and I still don’t know what to think maybe i just need some time, we’ll see.