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This past weekend, we lost a Dolfan...

Not 100% sure where to post this, but I wanted to share this story.



My father passed away this past Saturday afternoon, at the age of 47. My father, born May 25th 1964, grew up in Upstate NY. He was a huge fan of the band Journey and also of the New York Mets. But nothing came close to his love for our Miami Dolphins. He posted on here occasionally, as MrMiami.

Growing up, he was the guy that had all the girls, the cool cars, and the wild parties every weekend. But then, at the age of 23, he was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. As the years went on, the disease took it's toll on his body. To cope with it, he started drinking. And the drinking never stopped.

I was born in 1990, and I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. But because of the drinking and the violence, my Mother left him shortly after my birth. After losing everything, he realized he had to straighten up. He was able to beat the alcoholism, and by 1993, he never touched alcohol again for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, the Arthritis continued to get worse. His hands were bad to the point he couldn't even throw a football with me anymore. But he still fought on, and he did everything possible for his family.

In 2008, he had broken his finger, and it had gotten infected. Because of the medicine for the Arthritis, his immune system was very weak. The infection spread and he lost 30 pounds in 2 weeks. His doctors were even telling him they didn't think he was going to make it. But he fought it, and he fought back to full health.

This past January, we got the big blow. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer in the esophogus and liver. His doctor gave him a max of one year to live. But, as always, he was determined to fight. After a full 5 weeks of chemotherepy, he went back for a scan which showed that the liver cancer was stable and the tumor in the esophogus had shrunk. After 4 weeks off, he went back on the chemotherepy.

Two weeks into it, he went to the hospital because he couldn't breathe. He stayed that night as they ran tests. By this time, his breathing was so bad, that he had to almost lift his body off the bed to get a full breath in. The results came back, he had pneumonia in his right lung. Two days later, still in the hospital, the doctor came in that morning to tell us that the infection has gotten much worse. Because of the chemotherepy, he didn't have the white blood cells to fight it. His right lung was pretty much useless at this point. He said to my father, flat out "I'm going to tell you what's going on, because you are a man, and you deserve to be treated as such. You probably won't make it through this."

For those that don't know, the average healthy person breathes 15-20 times a minute. My Father was breathing 45-50 times a minute. Breathing like that for 3 days will wear down your muscles, and it was showing. It was painful for him to breathe. Hospice spoke to us, as a family, and as a family we decided that the humane thing to do was to let him be comfortable. Saturday afternoon, they took away his oxygen and gave him morphine to take away his pain. We had 25-30 family members there to say their final goodbyes. I said to him "You have been fighting you're entire life. I'm 21 years old now. You have done the best job anyone could have done raising me. It's ok to stop fighting." And he understood. Our entire family stood around his bed as he passed away.

My Father was a HUGE Dan Marino fan. These past years without a QB, all he kept saying was "Why can't they find a QB?" His final Miami Dolphins memory, was sitting in his hospital bed next to me, watching the draft, as Miami FINALLY drafted a QB. Before his wake, a friend of mine gave my family a gift. It was a helmet that my friend owned. A Miami Dolphins helmet, game worn, and signed, by Troy Vincent.

My Father was a fighter. We all know you have to be, to be a Dolphins fan. And while I mourn the loss of my Father, I look at the 2012 NFL Draft, and I know that he would have been very hopeful for the future, as am I, and I'm sure you all are as well. So for the 2012 season, and beyond... GO DOLPHINS!!!

So sorry to hear about your loss, I lost my own father to lung cancer so I saw firsthand a lot of the breathing/pain that your father had to endure, watching somebody you love labor so hard to just take a "simple" breath is such a difficult thing. My sympathies/prayers to you and your whole family during this difficult time - my father too was a HUGE reason I became a Dolphan. For me the only silver lining was to know that he was no longer suffering, cancer is such a mother****er.
 
...OP, your Father and I are the same age...I too am a huge Journey fan as well as a Dolphin fan...sounds like your Dad was mine kind of guy....may he rest in peace...be strong for family...make your Dad proud...fwiw.....I too lost my Father in my 20's...
 
I am so sorry to hear about your dad. He was WAY too young. You and your family will be in my prayers. May he rest in peace.
 
Hey Traptses, fellow upstate New Yorker, you father is my age now, so being a fin fan and having that in common touches me. Your father will give you great strength for you to carry on.

My wife's cousin died at 44 when diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. He was a pilot flying a CEO around the world alot and would have to get a physical every 6 months. They didnt know anything until it was too late. Its such a horrible thing to go through. I am sure it will make you a stronger person in the long haul.

God bless you and your family in this tough time and sorry for the loss of your dad and fellow fin fan.
 
hey man, no words do justice for how you feel I bet. all I can say is let his memory live on through you and cherish your memories. I'm 21 also, a 90 baby as well, you will be in my thoughts. I know I've but heads in here with you before, it's all so petty in the scheme of everything just know you're FH community is here.
 
hey man, no words do justice for how you feel I bet. all I can say is let his memory live on through you and cherish your memories. I'm 21 also, a 90 baby as well, you will be in my thoughts. I know I've but heads in here with you before, it's all so petty in the scheme of everything just know you're FH community is here.

No hard feelings brother. Who HASN'T butt heads with someone on here? lol
 
Life is so short....sorry for the loss. It is now up to you to make sure your family is well. I hope you live your life as if your did is right there with you.
 
Sorry for your loss man, thoughts and prayers go out to you and the family
 
I am very sorry for your loss. I am just a year older than your father and suffer some similar issues, albeit I have been fortunate to have dodged the cancer bullet. Nonetheless, your remarks are some of the best I have heard in years as they relate to a son's love for their father, especially for a person battling the demons he did. I applaud you and your father, both for your fighting spirit, and for the love that's necessary to show your father tremendous empathy to let him go, and suffer no more.

Your father is resting well I am sure, and takes great pride and pleasure in the son you have become.
 
Not 100% sure where to post this, but I wanted to share this story.



My father passed away this past Saturday afternoon, at the age of 47. My father, born May 25th 1964, grew up in Upstate NY. He was a huge fan of the band Journey and also of the New York Mets. But nothing came close to his love for our Miami Dolphins. He posted on here occasionally, as MrMiami.

Growing up, he was the guy that had all the girls, the cool cars, and the wild parties every weekend. But then, at the age of 23, he was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. As the years went on, the disease took it's toll on his body. To cope with it, he started drinking. And the drinking never stopped.

I was born in 1990, and I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. But because of the drinking and the violence, my Mother left him shortly after my birth. After losing everything, he realized he had to straighten up. He was able to beat the alcoholism, and by 1993, he never touched alcohol again for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, the Arthritis continued to get worse. His hands were bad to the point he couldn't even throw a football with me anymore. But he still fought on, and he did everything possible for his family.

In 2008, he had broken his finger, and it had gotten infected. Because of the medicine for the Arthritis, his immune system was very weak. The infection spread and he lost 30 pounds in 2 weeks. His doctors were even telling him they didn't think he was going to make it. But he fought it, and he fought back to full health.

This past January, we got the big blow. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer in the esophogus and liver. His doctor gave him a max of one year to live. But, as always, he was determined to fight. After a full 5 weeks of chemotherepy, he went back for a scan which showed that the liver cancer was stable and the tumor in the esophogus had shrunk. After 4 weeks off, he went back on the chemotherepy.

Two weeks into it, he went to the hospital because he couldn't breathe. He stayed that night as they ran tests. By this time, his breathing was so bad, that he had to almost lift his body off the bed to get a full breath in. The results came back, he had pneumonia in his right lung. Two days later, still in the hospital, the doctor came in that morning to tell us that the infection has gotten much worse. Because of the chemotherepy, he didn't have the white blood cells to fight it. His right lung was pretty much useless at this point. He said to my father, flat out "I'm going to tell you what's going on, because you are a man, and you deserve to be treated as such. You probably won't make it through this."

For those that don't know, the average healthy person breathes 15-20 times a minute. My Father was breathing 45-50 times a minute. Breathing like that for 3 days will wear down your muscles, and it was showing. It was painful for him to breathe. Hospice spoke to us, as a family, and as a family we decided that the humane thing to do was to let him be comfortable. Saturday afternoon, they took away his oxygen and gave him morphine to take away his pain. We had 25-30 family members there to say their final goodbyes. I said to him "You have been fighting you're entire life. I'm 21 years old now. You have done the best job anyone could have done raising me. It's ok to stop fighting." And he understood. Our entire family stood around his bed as he passed away.

My Father was a HUGE Dan Marino fan. These past years without a QB, all he kept saying was "Why can't they find a QB?" His final Miami Dolphins memory, was sitting in his hospital bed next to me, watching the draft, as Miami FINALLY drafted a QB. Before his wake, a friend of mine gave my family a gift. It was a helmet that my friend owned. A Miami Dolphins helmet, game worn, and signed, by Troy Vincent.

My Father was a fighter. We all know you have to be, to be a Dolphins fan. And while I mourn the loss of my Father, I look at the 2012 NFL Draft, and I know that he would have been very hopeful for the future, as am I, and I'm sure you all are as well. So for the 2012 season, and beyond... GO DOLPHINS!!!

I'm sorry for your loss. I can understand where your coming from, for I lost my Dad on March 27th 2012, who also was a Dolphins Fan just like your Dad. My heart goes out to you and your Family, and If you ever need anyone to talk to, just look me up and would gladly be a friend!!!
 
Thanks for sharing and deepest sympathies on your loss. My prayers are with your family at this time.
God bless.
 
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