Brian Benson Obituary, Death – It is with deep regret that I must be the one to break the news to each and every one of you, but I must tell you that Mr. Brian Richard Benson has passed away. I really wish I had anything else to say, but I feel obligated to express how sad I am to deliver this news. It was fortunate for both Skip and me that we were able to give him our farewells earlier this morning before he left. He appeared to be in absolutely no discomfort at all.
I greeted him with the honorific title of sir and embraced his face in the palms of my hands before assuring him that everything was going to be fine. I was able to look into his eyes, and I used my finger to wipe away a tear from the eye that was located on the right side of his face. Before he passed away, I was able to catch a few of his final heartbeats on my recording device. It is a good thing that Skip was there because I am almost positive that if I had been there by myself, I would have passed out after observing that his chest was not rising when he breathed in and out.
It is a good thing that Skip was there because it is almost certain that if I had been there by myself, I would have passed out. It is a good thing that Skip was present at the time. I put my fingers on his chest, but he never gave any indication that he was breathing at any point in the conversation. My hand began to shake, but I was still able to press the button that would summon the nurse into the room to check his vitals at the time when he wasn’t breathing. She found that he had stopped breathing when she entered the room and discovered it shortly after.
I was unable to detect a pulse anywhere else on his body when I first put my fingers on his neck, but I did find one in his chest. I was very anxious about that. In order for me to be able to hear it, I had to first move my head to his chest, then move it down to his stomach, and then I had to lift his shirt up so that I could see his chest. After that, I was finally able to pick up on the sound. Despite the fact that it’s possible that what occurred to me then was the scariest event that’s ever taken place in my life, I highly doubt that it was.
The two nurses came in since they were about to switch shifts, and it was almost time for them to do so. It was almost time for them to switch shifts. They told us that he was in the process of transitioning and that the last thing to stop when he went away would be his heartbeat. They also said that he was in the process of transitioning. After a little pause, the attending physician came back into the room carrying a stethoscope so that he could listen to the patient’s heart and lungs.
Finally, after giving me his undivided attention for a period of time ranging between between five and ten seconds, he said, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and almost quickly I fell into tears. However, I was able to get myself together in time to express my gratitude to the doctor. My mind was going a million miles an hour as I tried to figure out who to call, and I was having a hard time keeping up. I get the impression that I have successfully communicated with each and every person who came to mind at that specific time.
It was between 6.35 and 6.45 in the morning, which are hours in which I am often not awake. Prior to this point, I had been operating on no more than three hours of sleep, at most. It’s been so long that I can’t even begin to guess where I was. I had the presumption that news spreads quickly and that if you weren’t aware of something before, you are now. If you were unaware of this, please accept my apologies.