This past Monday was my 31st birthday. It was also the day that my husband and I got the news that his best friend of 20 years was in the ICU.
A blood clot formed in one of Blake's lungs and he went into cardiac arrest for 45 minutes the night before. The doctors put him in a medically-induced coma and held off on moving him for any testing until they were sure he could safely be moved. On Wednesday afternoon they were able to confirm that Blake had sustained extensive brain damage due to oxygen deprivation during the cardiac event and very likely would not be able to recover.
One of his other friends began getting with every one of Blake's friends he could manage to contact, and a lot of us were able to make it up there Wednesday evening to say our goodbyes in true Blake fashion: roasting him and sharing ridiculous stories.
Sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday afternoon, he took a turn for the worst. Doctors then ordered heavy medication so he wouldn't be in pain as they began unhooking and removing the various tubes and IVs. The last update we got said that the doctors would be preparing to harvest his organs for donation, since Blake was an organ donor.
Blake turned 31 back in August. He was a talented drummer, his former Ska band Classy San Diego even opened for Reel Big Fish in Tulsa, OK a few years ago. He loved craft beer, gaming, Metallica, It's Always Sunny, OU football, and a plethora of other things I could probably spend days listing. But most important, he loved his friends and family. He was always one to show up and lend a hand anytime you needed it. Blake was a true ride or die.