It is with profound sorrow that I am now able to announce the death of my friend, Darold Johnston.
Two weeks ago I asked for prayers on Facebook, hoping to get Darold into the emergency room. After two days trying to persuade him that his shortness of breath was life threatening, he finally agreed to let me call 911 for emergency transport. He had been suffering from coronary artery disease since his stroke two years ago. Darold never wanted to go back to the hospital, but returned there once, several months ago due to a UTI.
Darold wanted to rest before I called, and he laid back on the bed. I went into the other room to pray the rosary while he rested, when I checked on him again, he hadn't moved. I tried to wake him, checked his pulse, but there was no response. I called 911 and they were at the house in minutes. He could not be revived. He was pronounced dead.
He never wanted to go into a nursing home, and remained in his beloved house - never alone - except for an hour or two, when I went to Mass and the store.
Darold did not want a public funeral, therefore internment will be private. He also asked that no announcement be made until after final arrangements have been completed. This has been a difficult promise to keep.
Darold died on 30 June, 2020. He is preceded in death by his older brother Richard, who died while still a toddler. His father Richard, and his mother Agnes - with whom we lived after his dad passed away, caring for her until her death. Please remember Darold in your prayers and Masses. His favorite charity was Sharing and Caring Hands, Minneapolis. Darold was especially generous to many charities, such as St. Jude's, Animal no kill shelters, Wounded Warriors, as well as the Catholic Church. Thank you.
Darold was my best friend.
He who is a friend is always a friend, and a brother is born for the time of stress.
Proverbs 17:17 (NAB)