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I have the very sad duty to announce that my beloved husband Emerson Milford Dickson passed away at some point between midnight and 9am of Sunday 15th January.
Emerson had struggled with his breathing before Christmas. He subsequently had an echocardiogram which confirmed that one of the ventricles of his heart was working very inefficiently, and he was due to see a cardiologist this Friday. Resting over Christmas had helped him feel much better, and there were no real indications that things were wrong other than a vague and fairly moderate feeling of unwellness on Saturday. I'd gone to bed before him on Saturday night, and found his body on the sofa on Sunday morning, which came as a horrible shock. Friends have been taking very good care of me since.
The coroner has decided that a post mortem will be necessary to determine the cause of death; I expect the cause to have been heart-related, and suspect he had fallen asleep on the sofa and passed away as he slept.
Man, it sucks that I seem to only ever sure this journal for death announcements, and I'd been thinking of trying to do a brief State of the Chris a couple of weeks ago, which would have been rather happier. It's possible that I may do some (appropriately trigger-warned) grief journalling as well.
Emerson had struggled with his breathing before Christmas. He subsequently had an echocardiogram which confirmed that one of the ventricles of his heart was working very inefficiently, and he was due to see a cardiologist this Friday. Resting over Christmas had helped him feel much better, and there were no real indications that things were wrong other than a vague and fairly moderate feeling of unwellness on Saturday. I'd gone to bed before him on Saturday night, and found his body on the sofa on Sunday morning, which came as a horrible shock. Friends have been taking very good care of me since.
The coroner has decided that a post mortem will be necessary to determine the cause of death; I expect the cause to have been heart-related, and suspect he had fallen asleep on the sofa and passed away as he slept.
Man, it sucks that I seem to only ever sure this journal for death announcements, and I'd been thinking of trying to do a brief State of the Chris a couple of weeks ago, which would have been rather happier. It's possible that I may do some (appropriately trigger-warned) grief journalling as well.
