Dhruv Madan Arora
Westbrook – Dhruv M. Arora 26, of Westbrook, Maine passed on Sunday, February 24, 2008 at Maine Medical Center, Cancer wing.
Dhruv was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey the son of Tarun and Marilyn Arora. He was a graduate of Edison High School in Edison, New Jersey and Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, New Jersey and attended Southern Maine Community College.
He was the Assistant Service Manager at Prime Hyundai in Saco, Maine.
He is predeceased by Grandparents Charles Cox, Madan and Laxmi Arora.
He is survived by his fiancé Diana J. Deschene of Westbrook, parents Tarun and Marilyn Arora of Edison, New Jersey, sister Anjali and husband Jeremy Todd of Knoxville, Tennessee, grandmother Dora Cox of South River New Jersey along with many aunts, uncles, family members, friends and his two cats Jerzey and Brooklynn.
In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to the Gibson Pavilion at Maine Medical Center 22 Bramhall Street Portland, Maine 04102.
"I would like to tell you of an experience I had last weekend (February 24, 2008). It began with anxiety, fear, and sorrow, became a raging sea of emotions, and ended with me believing that I am a very fortunate person. By nature, I am a person who feels if something is broken I have to fix it, if someone is sick, make them better. So this last weekend it was very hard to see people grieving and not be able to find a way to comfort them. I saw amazing things, like big, tough guys, mechanic friends and such, hold Dhruv's hand, break down into tears and whisper "I love you" in his ear. At times the tears flowed so heavily, I thought with all the wires around someone's going to be electrocuted. After Dhruv was taken off life support, we all gathered thinking that the end would be soon. But he was a fighter, or somebody whispered something in his ear that really pissed him off. When it became clear that it may be some time, it was decided to move him back to a room with nicer, more home-like surroundings, where his cat came to visit and family and friends could come together and celebrate his life. It became evident after many hours, that he would not leave while surrounded by so much love. The most important things to Dhruv were Diana, and his family. I don't think he wanted to leave them, and I don't think he would have wanted them to feel the pain of watching him go. When the family realized this, Marilyn asked me if I would stay with him and to tell him it was okay to go. My first thoughts were "what am I…chopped liver?", but then I thought, Dhruv knew that I loved him and I hoped that he knew that he could trust me to help him join his grandfather, his Uncle Paul, and other loved ones. After Diana and Marilyn said their goodbyes and left, I sat down beside him and said to him "Hi Dhruv, it's cousin Paul. It's you and me now. You've put on such a gallant fight, but it's time to end you're suffering and you're loved ones' suffering." I said "It's ok to go now; you're going to a better place surrounded by loved ones with no more pain and suffering." At that time Arun Tauji walked in, sat down beside him and held his hand. It felt good having him there to share this time with Dhruv. He was probably thinking the same thing I was, how could this be happening. Moments later, the nurse walked in to check up on Dhruv, and we both went over to ask her some questions. We were commenting how his breathing became less labored and he seemed to be more at peace. Then something happened I thought was pretty amazing. We saw his arms lift, as if reaching for something or someone and then relaxed. We then realized he wasn't breathing anymore. The nurse checked his heart, we waited for a while, and she told us he had passed. Arun Tauji then left to get the family. Again I was thankful he was there. When everyone came back to the room, I really didn't know what to expect. Marilyn and Tarun came to me and hugged me and thanked me for being there with Dhruv, when I should be the one to thank them for the honor of being with their son at his passing. So thank you, Marilyn, Tarun, Diana, Anjali, Jeremy, and Dhruv, for letting me experience so much love. Thank You"
-Cousin Paul
Westbrook – Dhruv M. Arora 26, of Westbrook, Maine passed on Sunday, February 24, 2008 at Maine Medical Center, Cancer wing.
Dhruv was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey the son of Tarun and Marilyn Arora. He was a graduate of Edison High School in Edison, New Jersey and Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, New Jersey and attended Southern Maine Community College.
He was the Assistant Service Manager at Prime Hyundai in Saco, Maine.
He is predeceased by Grandparents Charles Cox, Madan and Laxmi Arora.
He is survived by his fiancé Diana J. Deschene of Westbrook, parents Tarun and Marilyn Arora of Edison, New Jersey, sister Anjali and husband Jeremy Todd of Knoxville, Tennessee, grandmother Dora Cox of South River New Jersey along with many aunts, uncles, family members, friends and his two cats Jerzey and Brooklynn.
In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to the Gibson Pavilion at Maine Medical Center 22 Bramhall Street Portland, Maine 04102.
"I would like to tell you of an experience I had last weekend (February 24, 2008). It began with anxiety, fear, and sorrow, became a raging sea of emotions, and ended with me believing that I am a very fortunate person. By nature, I am a person who feels if something is broken I have to fix it, if someone is sick, make them better. So this last weekend it was very hard to see people grieving and not be able to find a way to comfort them. I saw amazing things, like big, tough guys, mechanic friends and such, hold Dhruv's hand, break down into tears and whisper "I love you" in his ear. At times the tears flowed so heavily, I thought with all the wires around someone's going to be electrocuted. After Dhruv was taken off life support, we all gathered thinking that the end would be soon. But he was a fighter, or somebody whispered something in his ear that really pissed him off. When it became clear that it may be some time, it was decided to move him back to a room with nicer, more home-like surroundings, where his cat came to visit and family and friends could come together and celebrate his life. It became evident after many hours, that he would not leave while surrounded by so much love. The most important things to Dhruv were Diana, and his family. I don't think he wanted to leave them, and I don't think he would have wanted them to feel the pain of watching him go. When the family realized this, Marilyn asked me if I would stay with him and to tell him it was okay to go. My first thoughts were "what am I…chopped liver?", but then I thought, Dhruv knew that I loved him and I hoped that he knew that he could trust me to help him join his grandfather, his Uncle Paul, and other loved ones. After Diana and Marilyn said their goodbyes and left, I sat down beside him and said to him "Hi Dhruv, it's cousin Paul. It's you and me now. You've put on such a gallant fight, but it's time to end you're suffering and you're loved ones' suffering." I said "It's ok to go now; you're going to a better place surrounded by loved ones with no more pain and suffering." At that time Arun Tauji walked in, sat down beside him and held his hand. It felt good having him there to share this time with Dhruv. He was probably thinking the same thing I was, how could this be happening. Moments later, the nurse walked in to check up on Dhruv, and we both went over to ask her some questions. We were commenting how his breathing became less labored and he seemed to be more at peace. Then something happened I thought was pretty amazing. We saw his arms lift, as if reaching for something or someone and then relaxed. We then realized he wasn't breathing anymore. The nurse checked his heart, we waited for a while, and she told us he had passed. Arun Tauji then left to get the family. Again I was thankful he was there. When everyone came back to the room, I really didn't know what to expect. Marilyn and Tarun came to me and hugged me and thanked me for being there with Dhruv, when I should be the one to thank them for the honor of being with their son at his passing. So thank you, Marilyn, Tarun, Diana, Anjali, Jeremy, and Dhruv, for letting me experience so much love. Thank You"
-Cousin Paul
Dhruv Madan Arora
Westbrook – Dhruv M. Arora 26, of Westbrook, Maine passed on Sunday, February 24, 2008 at Maine Medical Center, Cancer wing.
Dhruv was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey the son of Tarun and Marilyn Arora. He was a graduate of Edison High School in Edison, New Jersey and Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, New Jersey and attended Southern Maine Community College.
He was the Assistant Service Manager at Prime Hyundai in Saco, Maine.
He is predeceased by Grandparents Charles Cox, Madan and Laxmi Arora.
He is survived by his fiancé Diana J. Deschene of Westbrook, parents Tarun and Marilyn Arora of Edison, New Jersey, sister Anjali and husband Jeremy Todd of Knoxville, Tennessee, grandmother Dora Cox of South River New Jersey along with many aunts, uncles, family members, friends and his two cats Jerzey and Brooklynn.
In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to the Gibson Pavilion at Maine Medical Center 22 Bramhall Street Portland, Maine 04102.
"I would like to tell you of an experience I had last weekend (February 24, 2008). It began with anxiety, fear, and sorrow, became a raging sea of emotions, and ended with me believing that I am a very fortunate person. By nature, I am a person who feels if something is broken I have to fix it, if someone is sick, make them better. So this last weekend it was very hard to see people grieving and not be able to find a way to comfort them. I saw amazing things, like big, tough guys, mechanic friends and such, hold Dhruv's hand, break down into tears and whisper "I love you" in his ear. At times the tears flowed so heavily, I thought with all the wires around someone's going to be electrocuted. After Dhruv was taken off life support, we all gathered thinking that the end would be soon. But he was a fighter, or somebody whispered something in his ear that really pissed him off. When it became clear that it may be some time, it was decided to move him back to a room with nicer, more home-like surroundings, where his cat came to visit and family and friends could come together and celebrate his life. It became evident after many hours, that he would not leave while surrounded by so much love. The most important things to Dhruv were Diana, and his family. I don't think he wanted to leave them, and I don't think he would have wanted them to feel the pain of watching him go. When the family realized this, Marilyn asked me if I would stay with him and to tell him it was okay to go. My first thoughts were "what am I…chopped liver?", but then I thought, Dhruv knew that I loved him and I hoped that he knew that he could trust me to help him join his grandfather, his Uncle Paul, and other loved ones. After Diana and Marilyn said their goodbyes and left, I sat down beside him and said to him "Hi Dhruv, it's cousin Paul. It's you and me now. You've put on such a gallant fight, but it's time to end you're suffering and you're loved ones' suffering." I said "It's ok to go now; you're going to a better place surrounded by loved ones with no more pain and suffering." At that time Arun Tauji walked in, sat down beside him and held his hand. It felt good having him there to share this time with Dhruv. He was probably thinking the same thing I was, how could this be happening. Moments later, the nurse walked in to check up on Dhruv, and we both went over to ask her some questions. We were commenting how his breathing became less labored and he seemed to be more at peace. Then something happened I thought was pretty amazing. We saw his arms lift, as if reaching for something or someone and then relaxed. We then realized he wasn't breathing anymore. The nurse checked his heart, we waited for a while, and she told us he had passed. Arun Tauji then left to get the family. Again I was thankful he was there. When everyone came back to the room, I really didn't know what to expect. Marilyn and Tarun came to me and hugged me and thanked me for being there with Dhruv, when I should be the one to thank them for the honor of being with their son at his passing. So thank you, Marilyn, Tarun, Diana, Anjali, Jeremy, and Dhruv, for letting me experience so much love. Thank You"
-Cousin Paul
Westbrook – Dhruv M. Arora 26, of Westbrook, Maine passed on Sunday, February 24, 2008 at Maine Medical Center, Cancer wing.
Dhruv was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey the son of Tarun and Marilyn Arora. He was a graduate of Edison High School in Edison, New Jersey and Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, New Jersey and attended Southern Maine Community College.
He was the Assistant Service Manager at Prime Hyundai in Saco, Maine.
He is predeceased by Grandparents Charles Cox, Madan and Laxmi Arora.
He is survived by his fiancé Diana J. Deschene of Westbrook, parents Tarun and Marilyn Arora of Edison, New Jersey, sister Anjali and husband Jeremy Todd of Knoxville, Tennessee, grandmother Dora Cox of South River New Jersey along with many aunts, uncles, family members, friends and his two cats Jerzey and Brooklynn.
In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to the Gibson Pavilion at Maine Medical Center 22 Bramhall Street Portland, Maine 04102.
"I would like to tell you of an experience I had last weekend (February 24, 2008). It began with anxiety, fear, and sorrow, became a raging sea of emotions, and ended with me believing that I am a very fortunate person. By nature, I am a person who feels if something is broken I have to fix it, if someone is sick, make them better. So this last weekend it was very hard to see people grieving and not be able to find a way to comfort them. I saw amazing things, like big, tough guys, mechanic friends and such, hold Dhruv's hand, break down into tears and whisper "I love you" in his ear. At times the tears flowed so heavily, I thought with all the wires around someone's going to be electrocuted. After Dhruv was taken off life support, we all gathered thinking that the end would be soon. But he was a fighter, or somebody whispered something in his ear that really pissed him off. When it became clear that it may be some time, it was decided to move him back to a room with nicer, more home-like surroundings, where his cat came to visit and family and friends could come together and celebrate his life. It became evident after many hours, that he would not leave while surrounded by so much love. The most important things to Dhruv were Diana, and his family. I don't think he wanted to leave them, and I don't think he would have wanted them to feel the pain of watching him go. When the family realized this, Marilyn asked me if I would stay with him and to tell him it was okay to go. My first thoughts were "what am I…chopped liver?", but then I thought, Dhruv knew that I loved him and I hoped that he knew that he could trust me to help him join his grandfather, his Uncle Paul, and other loved ones. After Diana and Marilyn said their goodbyes and left, I sat down beside him and said to him "Hi Dhruv, it's cousin Paul. It's you and me now. You've put on such a gallant fight, but it's time to end you're suffering and you're loved ones' suffering." I said "It's ok to go now; you're going to a better place surrounded by loved ones with no more pain and suffering." At that time Arun Tauji walked in, sat down beside him and held his hand. It felt good having him there to share this time with Dhruv. He was probably thinking the same thing I was, how could this be happening. Moments later, the nurse walked in to check up on Dhruv, and we both went over to ask her some questions. We were commenting how his breathing became less labored and he seemed to be more at peace. Then something happened I thought was pretty amazing. We saw his arms lift, as if reaching for something or someone and then relaxed. We then realized he wasn't breathing anymore. The nurse checked his heart, we waited for a while, and she told us he had passed. Arun Tauji then left to get the family. Again I was thankful he was there. When everyone came back to the room, I really didn't know what to expect. Marilyn and Tarun came to me and hugged me and thanked me for being there with Dhruv, when I should be the one to thank them for the honor of being with their son at his passing. So thank you, Marilyn, Tarun, Diana, Anjali, Jeremy, and Dhruv, for letting me experience so much love. Thank You"
-Cousin Paul
