Is this really happening? Obituary and Tribute Information: 1944 - 2011

It has been five days and it still doesn't seen real that my Daddy has left this Earth to join the angels and God above.

Below is the link to the amazing funeral home that has helped us through this difficult ordeal. Blount and Curry Funeral Home - Carrolwood; Funeral Director Kathryn. Here you will find his obituary, a video tribute/slideshow, areas to leave a memory, sign the guest book, download and view pictures and also memorial service arrangements:

William "Ron" Eichman - Obituary and Tribute

The obituary reads the same but we had it posted in the following papers:

St. Pete Times Obituary - William "Ron" Eichman

Winona Daily News (Winona. MN)

La Crosse Tribune (La Crosse, WI)

Trempealeau County Times (Trempealeau, WI) - this is where my Daddy grew up

Sunday, August 14th we will gather with friends from 3 p.m. to 4 p.m. The memorial celebration of life will begin at 4 p.m. and run about an hour. It is going to be an amazing celebration and I'm so excited to celebrate my Daddy's life with this wonderful event we have planned in honor of him. I won't spoil any surprises as I hope to see you there. It will be held in Tampa, FL at the Blount and Curry FuneralHome - Carrolwood at 3207 W. Bearss Ave.

Tomorrow family and friends arrive. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone. My uncles, Tom and Pick, aunts, Phylis and Vickie, Pam and Dorothy, from Minnesota and Wisconsin and family friends Phyllis and Patsy from Texas. Also, my 93-year-old Gramps is coming, too, who I'm very excited to see. When he found out my Daddy died he said, "I lost my boy." and then im and my uncle went to Granny's grave. And, anyone that has told me they are coming just makes my heart melt with joy.

I've never lost anyone very close to me and in six weeks I lost the only grandmother I've even known, who was an amazing, caring working and my Daddy, who is just irreplaceable and I still can't believe is gone.

I'm overwhelmed with joy by all the flowers, plants, thoughtful messages, "sorrys," and prayers for my Daddy and my family as we try to make it through this tough time. Thank you everyone!! My mom and sister and I are having a hard time with this. My Mommy knew Daddy since she was 15 ... I wish he the strength she needs to get through this as she won't sleep in the bed and just lays on top of it along the bottom with my Daddy's clothes laid down that he was supposed to wear home from the hospital. I have nightmares each night sinc I watched my Daddy die that fateful Monday morning.

I'm afraid that after everyone is gone come Tuesday that we all may crash and burn and this aweful reality may hit us ... please pray for strength for my sisters, mom and me. Daddy, I know you're up there with your mom, brother, and everyone and all the angels with Jesus watching over us. The card I got to go with my Daddy was ... "God and I have something special in common ... we both love you very much!" ...but I'm jealous God gets to have you now, Daddy. We all selfishly wish you were still with us physically but know that you are watching and guiding us from above now. We have a special memorial for you Sunday and so many people are coming but I will remember and miss you each and every day.

My sister, Tonya, put together these poems:

"God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not meant to be, so he put
his arms around you and whispered "Come with me". With tearful eyes we
watched you as we saw you pass away. Although we love you deeply, we could
not make you stay. Your golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands
at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us - He only takes the best. REST IN PEACE DADDY! #LiveStrong!"

After...
So lonely…seems surreal – You have left us forever
Feeling numb – almost no pain - so afraid to face it
Knowing that you would want me to be strong
Knowing I need to be strong
Knowing that if I break – others will break - Not an option!
Keep going back in time – so many memories – no one can take then away from me
Not even the evil disease that took you
Nothing will come between us – We will be even stronger now!
No more suffering – no more pain – No more fear of the uncertain and unknown
You are free Daddy – You are Free!!

I put together this one, roughly:

Do not weep for now I'm gone
Smile because of how I lived
Don't be saddened by all that's lost
Be comforted by all I provided
I will see you again, though I hope not too soon
Til then, live your life in honor of me
For now I get to watch from above, my heart will swoon

I love and miss you, Daddy

Such a cute 1944 baby!

My Daddy was Prom King, played football, basketball and baseball and was Vice President of the Letterman's Club all his Senior Year :-)

I love you, Daddy!

My Daddy is an Angel Now

My Daddy died at 7:33 a.m. at Tampa General Hospital. He was surrounded by his loved ones.

My mom received a call around 4 a.m. that he was declining fast. We hopped in the car and 30 minutes and running two red lights later we were with my Daddy. He ma not have seen to know we were there but we know he knew. He was wearing an Oxygen mask and making aweful noises in pain. He couldn't say words. We waited until my sisters, Melissa (with her husband Barry) and Tonya, to put him just on morphine. Around 6:30 a.m. they unplugged all his medicines and pumps and he was left on morphine and Oxygen. We didn't want him to be in pain anymore and be able to go in peace.

We all sat around him and near the end my mom was sitting on his left holding him and I was on his right holding his hand with the sisters standing around. He was fighting for every breath that he took. We had his solid gold oldies on in the background. Around 7:30 a.m. his heart level started to drop rapidly. Tonya screamed out in fear and Melissa started to wail in pain. I kept kissing my sweet Daddy and telling him how much I love him and how he won't be in pain anymore and over and over how much I love him. At 7:33 a.m. he went red and to 0. He didn't go in any pain. The morphine kicked in and he was completely comfortable and surrounded by his loved ones.

We spent abot the next 10-15 minutes in the room. I kept holding his hand and kissing him and telling him I loved him. Barry closed my Daddy's eyes. I still have blood on my hand from one of his IV marks on my hand. Then we left the room and had to inform family and friends, cry into each other and the nurses and doctors arms. The staff was amazing toward us. The chaplain came to talk to us about next steps.

My Daddy is going to be cremated. There won't be a funeral but there will be a memorial service that we'll be planning and of course we will let everyone know so they can choose to come of not. We plan to scatter his ashes around the beach, the family gravesite in Trempealeau, WI, his favorite hill in WI, where my Daddy met my Mommy and so on.

As the family was driving home there was a rainbow ... The Lord made my dad into a rainbow to shine down on his family. He's up there now with his Mommy (who died June 12th, 2011), his brother Jim, who died at a young age in 1972, and his wonderful grandparents and the rest of our family and friends that have passed.

Rest in peace Daddy. I know you'll be watching over all of us. We pray for strength and comfort in this time.

William Ronald Eichman, March 10th, 1944 - August 8th, 2011 - Retired Air Force, Beloved Husband, Father, Brother, Son and Friend.

We love you and miss you already.

God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not meant to be, so he put
his arms around you and whispered "Come with me". With tearful eyes we
watched you as we saw you pass away. Although we love you deeply, we could
not make you stay. Your golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands
at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us - He only takes the best. REST IN PEACE DADDY! #LiveStrong!

Philippians 4:4-7 4 Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. 5 Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; 6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Songs for my Daddy

Daddy's Hands

Butterfly Kisses

Love Your Baby Girl

People Are Crazy


Some Beach

Weeks, if that, left to live ...

There's no more surgery. Doctors say he won't survive. We signed a DNR providing our persmission to not have him survive artificially if his lungs or heart were to fail. This gave him a purple bracelet so if sirens were to go off in his ICU room with a water view were to go off the staff is to just turn them off and let him pass. We don't want him to suffer anymore.

We're no longer in a curative, recovery mode. The infection in his lungs is not completely draining. His enzymes are too high in his liver caused from some kind of liver issue - the cancer did not spread there, this they know from a CT scan today. This issue has caused him to look of jaundice. His eyes and skin are very yellow. They'd know what was wrong with his liver if they did a biopsy but whatever it may be wouldn't change thei management of him. Right now they want to treat his acute issues such as working on the lung infection and getting him stable enough to come home.

He has a feeding tube, but they are unable to to feed him through it because he keeps throwing up and we don't want him to aspirate. He even through up blod. They think the cancer may have spread to the lungs and fluid and around the lungs. They are running a citology test on this and we'll have results tomorrow. This would mean he is in Stage 4 cancer.

Right now we just want to make him stable and maintainable so we can get him home to enjoy his last few months, weeks or even days of life in the comfort of his home with his family and dogs. We want to take him to the beach. We want him to ride in Barry's cobra. We want to have a family get together at the house. We want to celebrate his life while he is still alive. We're already setting up for a in-home Hospice to help.

He is in a lot of pain - especially stomach pain. There is brown liquid coming out of his lungs and stomach. They are also giving him morphine. All the medicine and the trauma he has been through has caused him to not be there mentally. He also had a pinpoint stroke. His eyes roll in the back of his head and he makes "uh" noises all the time. We asked him where he was and the past few days he says Tampa General, correctly, but today he said Travis as in Travis Air Force Base in Cali where he was in 1976 ... he also didn't know who one of his daughters was right away. He says random things like "lets get the ball rolling ... how's the chicken ... that feels good ... I want to go to the front office .. I'm on base ... Gearge Bush" It's very scary. He has no personality and it is almost like he is off in la-la land. His doctor is even from Texas and went to school in San Antonio and we tried to tell him that because it hits close to home but Daddy didn't seem to acknowledge it. All that matters is that he says "I love you," which he does and I make sure I say it and hear it everytime I leave that room.

Right now we don't even know if he will even make it through the night. The hospital just called and said that his Oxygen significantly dropped and they had to put him on 100% Oxygen and he isn't getting enough fluids in his system. They said he is not doing well at all. My mom and I are probably going to head to the hospital in a few ... we don't want him to die alone.

I just want my Daddy to come home and be in comfort and peace with us. I'm still praying for a miracle.

I heard this song on the radio on the way home today and found comfort in it ... Justin Moore, If Heaven Wasn't so far Away ... LiveStrong Daddy. We love you.

Three hospital visits in 6 weeks ...

Every summer I work at Texas Bluebonnet Girls State as a staff member. It's a rewarding, great time and I was hesitant about going this year but decided to commit since going to the mythical 51st state of Girls State would be a nice escape from the pain of cancer.

The night before my 5 a.m. flight left from Tampa to San Antonio, TX my dad went into the Emergency Room. We were concerned because he forgot how to write a check, how to drive the car and even how to shower. My mom found him standing naked and cold in the bathroom not knowing what to do so into the ER he went.

The nurse said I would be fine to go on my two week trip. On the third day into Girls State, the day before the citizens came I was eating breakfast with the staff and my mom called telling me I had to come home. Worst call ever. My staff friends were great. Within an hour they had packed up my room and stuff and gotton me in the car to head to the airport to get on the next flight from Austin to Tampa.

My dad's lungs were affected by the radiation. They had become inflamed and were bleeding. His oxygen levels were extremely low, which explains why he wasn't thinking clearly. He was put on an oxygen mask and the reason they wanted me to come home was because there were about to intubate him. He would be out with a tube down his throat to breathe and there was a chance that he wouldn't come out of it so I needed to say my goodbyes.

My brother-in-law Jose picked me up and when I got to the hospital we were all there and I went into see my dad. They actually informed me that he got better! He was rallying and getting better. I came back into the waiting room and my mom sat me down. There was more news. My Granny had just passed away about two hours prior. June 12th officially went in as worst day of the year so far. We took it as a sign that Granny died and became an angel for her son because he got better around the exact same time. We couldn't tell Daddy about his mom passing away because he couldn't handle the news. We waited a whole week to tell him. We sent a gorgeous bouquet of flowers to Wisconsin for the wake and funeral had one of our cousin's read a poem on behalf of him:

On behalf of Helen’s Oldest Son, Ron, I would like to share the following poem.
My Uncle and his family cannot be with us today as he is battling cancer in ICU in Tampa, Florida.  They send their deepest love and prayers, knowing that he has his own Guardian Angel…His Mother.
"There's magic in a Mother's touch,
And sunshine in her smile.
There's love in everything she does
To make our lives worthwhile.
We can find both hope and courage
Just by looking in her eyes.
Her laughter is a source of joy,
Her words are warm and wise.
There is a kindness and compassion
To be found in her embrace,
And we see the light of heaven
Shining from a Mother's face."
Rest in peace with the Angels…Mom/Granny!

My dad spent 17 total days in the hospital, going between six different rooms. We celebrated father's day on the 4th floor of Tampa General and had a lovely time together. Although we had to wear masks, gloves and gowns each day. Happy Father's Day Daddy!

He was finally able to go home but he had to be on Oxygen and he was unable to walk anymore. He had a physical therapist and an at-home nurse assigned to him. At home I'd help him do his exercises, we'd try to fatten him up (he was down to 130 at this point at 5'11''). He is very picky about his food and then his food started really burning and it hurt to swallow.

Not even two weeks later he through up blood and ended up going to Tampa General in an ambulance at 5 a.m. This hospital stay was only 3-4 days. He had radiation induced esophagitis. His esophagus was inflamed and bleeding from the effects of radiation as his lungs were weeks prior.

He came home again and started eating a little better and I continued to do his work outs. A few days back at home it really hurt him to do his exercises and he started to not eat or drink again. This past Saturday morning my mom decided to take him to the hospital to get an IV as he was quite dehydrated. Turned out he had a collapsed lung .... and his chest cavity was full of infected fluid. They are still draining it. It started out brown and is up to 1000mLs that have come out of him. He started to not act aas fast ... he looks like he is in la la land and doesn't really focus or respond much. They had to put a feeding tube in him so they could feed him and give him his medicine. They are running all kinds of scans, MRIs and x-rays on his brain and chest. Surgery is planned for Saturday to remove the giant puss pockets out of his chest. The MRI of the brain shows slow activity.

I saw him this morning and he didn't look well at all. He says hello and I love you but he stares off into space and the doctor says his eyes and skin are turning yellow and that the prognosis isn't good. He is down to 120 lbs. Please send all your prayers/positive thoughts toward my Dad and my family. We really need them right now.

LiveStrong Daddy