As I mentioned before, Sean went to the hospital Thursday where they sedated him, and he never woke up. That said, he was not in a coma as I understand it, and while he was hooked up to too many machines, the Docs said that it's possible he was at least minimally aware of the surroundings.
I wouldn't make much of this, except for the fact that he lay there Thursday-Sun - we (his friends) only found out Sunday and literally within 90 minutes we were there... from Long Island, New Jersey and Westchester (which says something in and of itself. I was hosting a super bowl party and called it off literally minutes before people started to arrive, and everyone else had their SB plans too. But when we heard, we ran to Sean).
From a selfish perspective, I am so appreciative to have had the chance to say goodbye, even though that was not the point. The point was to let Sean know he was loved and his friends were there for him. We were allowed only 2 to the room at a time, but took turns.
I just wonder if he was, somehow, holding on. To hear not just the scared voices of his family, but those he chose to be with as friends, which brings me to that earlier post - because friends are those you CHOOSE to love.
Anyway, it reminded me in a way of my first brush with death. The dog I grew up with was ill and it was down to final days, or hours... my mother grabbed me while I was at my little league baseball game and said that if I wanted to say goodbye, I may need to go immediately.
And it was almost as if the dog that my parents bought 6 months prior to my birth, my friend and protector, waited for me. Within minutes of me returning home to comfort him as a scared 12 year old (he was a great Pyrenees, so 12-13 years on this planet is a good run) he passed. Peacefully. Maybe it's just self comfort, but we all felt, and still do, that Daphenes waited until I returned home for one last goodbye before letting go.
The doctors were surprised Sean survived as long as he did. They doubted he'd make it through one night, but here he made it from Thurs-Sun, when his friends found out and showed up. Gave him the love and support he had given us, so many times.
To know that barely 12 hours later he left us makes you wonder if he wanted or needed that final goodbye. I don't know. I'm about to lose it (again) on a ###### airplane just thinking about it, but it makes so much sense. It was time, for whatever reason, too early as it may have been, for him to go.
Thank god we at least all had a chance to see him, comfort him, be there for him. In a way, he wanted to be there for us, too. One last time.