Lenizo Memorial Fund
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After 45 years of marriage, my parents were finally separated for the last time - but not by choice. It all started on Sunday May 17, 2015 in the early afternoon when my mom, Evelyn, started feeling a heaviness in her chest. She asked my brother Edmund to take her to the ER so she can get checked out and hopefully cleared to return home. Once she was seen by the ER staff, it was apparent that there was something more that needed to be monitored. So it was decided by the ER doctor to admit my mom into the Yuma Regional Medical Center Hospital.
Once she was transferred to her hospital room, she and my dad ate dinner together and were doing their typical nightly routine - talking about their life together. While in the middle of one of his sentences, my dad suddenly collapsed in my mom's hospital room. It was at 9:50pm when my mom called me urgently trying to tell me that my dad had a heart attack. In the background, behind my mom's shortness of breath and tears, I could hear the hospital staff trying to administer aid to my fallen dad. I could hear them calling out codes and instructions while they attempted bring him back to life.
I quickly got off the phone and immediately called my brother Edmund, who was at my parent's home with my niece. He rushed to the hospital, a mere 5 minute drive, only to find that my dad was semi-conscious and looking for a familiar face in the crowd of hospital staff working on him. Edmund caught his eye and felt immediate relief to know that my dad was still alive. Then just as suddenly as Edmund felt the relief, he was rushed out of the ER room and asked to wait in another room. My dad was not ok.
Everything rushed like an avalanche. Too many details, too many thoughts, too many worries filled our minds while we waited for news of my dad's condition. And then I received the call... Edmund wailing in grief, sadness, heartache, guilt. He was gone... my papa was gone and he was not going to wake up again.
I am telling this story because after 45 years, my mom had to wake up this morning without her loving husband by her side. Without his morning coffee and his helpful hands to take care of her. They had been through everything together... marriage, children, careers, cancer, strokes, surgeries, love, life. It happened so fast... but left a lifetime of memories.
My dad's last wish was to be buried in his home country of the Phillipines. He purchased a plot nearly 30 years ago for he and mom to be placed in to rest eternally by each other's sides. Unfortunately, this wish carries a heavy price financially for our family. He did not have life insurance and both he and mom lived on a limited fixed income.
We never expected this to happen so soon. We always felt like there was more time... we can buy life insurance later... we can write up his will later... everything could be done later. Now later is too late and we're all struggling to accept that he is truly gone.
Our family is asking for your blessings, prayers and donations to help us fulfill one of my dad's last wishes - his burial wish. Please help us honor our patriarch.
Eusebio L. Lenizo
August 25, 1942 - May 17, 2015
Once she was transferred to her hospital room, she and my dad ate dinner together and were doing their typical nightly routine - talking about their life together. While in the middle of one of his sentences, my dad suddenly collapsed in my mom's hospital room. It was at 9:50pm when my mom called me urgently trying to tell me that my dad had a heart attack. In the background, behind my mom's shortness of breath and tears, I could hear the hospital staff trying to administer aid to my fallen dad. I could hear them calling out codes and instructions while they attempted bring him back to life.
I quickly got off the phone and immediately called my brother Edmund, who was at my parent's home with my niece. He rushed to the hospital, a mere 5 minute drive, only to find that my dad was semi-conscious and looking for a familiar face in the crowd of hospital staff working on him. Edmund caught his eye and felt immediate relief to know that my dad was still alive. Then just as suddenly as Edmund felt the relief, he was rushed out of the ER room and asked to wait in another room. My dad was not ok.
Everything rushed like an avalanche. Too many details, too many thoughts, too many worries filled our minds while we waited for news of my dad's condition. And then I received the call... Edmund wailing in grief, sadness, heartache, guilt. He was gone... my papa was gone and he was not going to wake up again.
I am telling this story because after 45 years, my mom had to wake up this morning without her loving husband by her side. Without his morning coffee and his helpful hands to take care of her. They had been through everything together... marriage, children, careers, cancer, strokes, surgeries, love, life. It happened so fast... but left a lifetime of memories.
My dad's last wish was to be buried in his home country of the Phillipines. He purchased a plot nearly 30 years ago for he and mom to be placed in to rest eternally by each other's sides. Unfortunately, this wish carries a heavy price financially for our family. He did not have life insurance and both he and mom lived on a limited fixed income.
We never expected this to happen so soon. We always felt like there was more time... we can buy life insurance later... we can write up his will later... everything could be done later. Now later is too late and we're all struggling to accept that he is truly gone.
Our family is asking for your blessings, prayers and donations to help us fulfill one of my dad's last wishes - his burial wish. Please help us honor our patriarch.
Eusebio L. Lenizo
August 25, 1942 - May 17, 2015
Organizer
Lyn Lenizo
Organizer
Phoenix, AZ