
My heart is broken. My dear first cousin, Mason Peay, passed away on Tuesday, May 26th at the young age of 63. Mason had a major stroke one week before. Although the doctors and nurses at Carilion Roanoke Memorial Hospital gave him excellent care, his body was already so debilitated that he could not recover.
It became the responsibility of another first cousin, Paula, who you see above in a photo of Mason and her in their younger years, and me to agree to the removal of life support and let Mason die peacefully. He had a respiratory arrest the day before and in the absence of a Do Not Resuscitate order, was intubated. Tests verified that he was brain dead, and the doctors said there was no hope of recovery. Making the decision to withdraw life support from Mason was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made.
Although Mason and I were first cousins, he was more like a brother to me in my younger years. My aunt and uncle, Mason’s parents, took me in several times in my teenage years, helping my mother when she needed it. Mason and his older brother Barry Jr. were like siblings to me during that time. Barry Jr. passed away at the young age of 40. Uncle Barry and aunt Evelyn, Mason’s parents, are both deceased.
Mason never married and had no children. But he was by no means alone in the world. Mason had several wonderful friends, friends who he was closer to than many family members are to their relatives. Mason’s friends showed him love in action, as he did to them. In fact, this blog post is not just about Mason’s death, it is about love in action.
Various health conditions, and other problems as well, kept Mason immobilized for much of the past several years. That was clear to his friends, who were often there when he needed them to be. It should have been clear to me. Mason lived in Roanoke,Virginia, only three hours away from me. I could have been there more often than I was. Oh, I swooped in at times, both physically and on the phone. (Read my August 17, 2024 blog post, “Paying it Forward,” on Fralix Group.com about one of those times.) But I did not do all that I could. I am remorseful and sad about that. It is too late now to show Mason love in action. But it is not too late for me to show love in action to others. Nor is it too late for you.
I hope that you are thinking of someone other than Mason as you read this, someone in your circle that you need to show more love in action. For these experiences we have about knowing when we could do better should not to be wasted.
Yes, I feel guilty about not doing more for Mason the past couple of years. I know nothing I do now can change that, including sharing this in a blog post. Only if and when I use this experience for good, reaching out to others in their times of need, will I have learned the lessons I need to learn.
This blog post is the first of three about this experience with Mason as he made his transition from life to death. The other two posts will follow soon.
I will appreciate your prayers for me as I process the grief of this loss.














































