I'm really unsure of what to write here. Everyone wants a story and the family would like some privacy. I'm not the best with words, but here goes. This past Tuesday night (October 20th) our brother Milton took his last breath. Those that know our family know that he had a very bad heart and fought to be here every single day of his 20 year life. He did so with no complaints, and no negativity. He took it all in stride. He wanted the best for everyone and to make everyone smile and laugh. Still he can bring a smile to my face and make me literally laugh out loud. He was amazing in every single way. His body couldn't keep going, no matter how determined he was to stay, his body just physically couldn't continue. During his final surgery they lost him four times and the final time they brought him back like the times before and all the times in the rest of his life. This time it had taken a little too long though, and Miltons brain sustained irreparable damage. We didn't know this for a fact at that time, tests later would confirm our literal worst nightmare, Miltons too. The brain damage was too severe, and there was no way it could ever be fixed or gone around. Milt could open his eyes, but was dependent on the machines to keep him alive. Milt fought for eleven long days, having strokes and other things causing his health to further deteriorate. The morning on the 20th our family met with the neurology team at Riley's. They told us everything that we never wanted to hear. It was hard. We cried, held one another, got mad, prayed like CRAZY, and cried some more. Then we decided we had to let him go. Milt had told us all, individually and as a group a million times.. If things had ever came to the point we were standing before, that he wanted us to let him go. Milt wanted to LIVE not just exist. That afternoon at 3:28pm we stood around his bed as they took out the those tubes, those tunes that he hated so much, but the tubes that were keeping him alive. Milt was being set free, but we were losing one of the most beautiful people the world will ever know. He was a fighter his whole life. So when he started breathing on his own after the machines were wheeled out, we weren't surprised. He fought eight more very long and at the same time very short hours. Then at 11:30pm he had to rest. He left this earth, but he didn't leave without knowing how much he is loved. I'm writing this and creating this page because we love him so much, and nothing will ever change that. But unfortunately, love won't pay the bills and our family had exhausted all of our resources just making sure we could all make the trips to and from Indianapolis the 11 days he couldn't wake up for us, and the weeks before leading up to his surgery. Anyone that knows us, knows that asking for any assistance is not our style. We don't want hand outs, and each of us would rather go without than beg or ask for help. But this isn't about us. This is about Milton. He deserves the best, so we are going to do all that we can do. So my family and I are asking for anyone that can spare any extra money to please contribute. If you can't, we understand. Oh how well, we understand. But if you can, please do. Our family will be forever grateful for your kindness and selflessness.
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