Ann and I hear Calvin's alarm going off upstairs. I told Ann - "Go wake your brother, he's oversleeping". I vividly remember the scream from the top of the stairs as she opened his bedroom door. Time stopped. I rushed up the stairs to see my son laying on his bed motionless, blueish in color, and cold. I immediately yelled at Ann to call her mother, Michelle. I called 911. I pretend to know what I'm doing as I start CPR. It's taking forever for the paramedics to arrive. Everything is chaotic - screams from my wife can be heard from Ann's speakerphone, the operator trying to calmly instruct me what to do, and me trying to bring my son back to life. Finally, I'm relieved as the paramedics take over. There must be at least 8 people - fire fighters, police, ambulance paramedics - everyone. Even though it's daytime, the street is lit up with flashing lights. Michelle arrives home but is not allowed upstairs where the paramedics are frantically trying to revive Calvin. Distracting questions are being asked - his age, when was the last time we saw him up, what medications does he take, and more. I see them struggling to get the automatic CPR machine working - the battery appears to be dead. You've got to be kidding me. They attach a different battery, and the machine starts pumping. A slender pole slamming into his chest, over and over. That scene is etched in my mind forever. I remember talking to one of the paramedics asking what they thought. Their response was: "It doesn't look good". My heart sank. I knew we were in trouble. I couldn't let my wife know that. They continued to work on Calvin as Michelle lay curled up on the main-level floor at the bottom of the stairs. To me, it seemed like they stopped trying to resuscitate him way too early, but it probably had been at least 10 - 15 minutes. They pronounced the time of death and started packing things up. Everyone was now allowed to see him - laying on the upstairs floor, next to a small pool of blood, to say our goodbyes. I remember Ann calling her aunt (my sister, Wendy), trying to tell her what happened. Ann was screaming "My brother is dead!" to Wendy on the phone. Wendy mistook Ann for Michelle. Wendy thought my wife's brother was dead, instead of Ann's brother (Wendy's nephew). Wendy wasn't getting the picture of what has happened so Ann gave me the phone to explain. When I told to Wendy what happened, her voice changed. She finally understood it was Calvin who had passed away. Wendy told me she was on her way. She left the state fair and ran over to our house. Immediate family members, neighbors, and friends were all informed. Life changed that day for so many people. Calvin was such a good kid. He was diagnosed with Autism and a learning disorder at the age of 3. While the doctors didn't have high expectations for Calvin, he surpassed everyone's expectations. He graduated high school, attended college for a few years, got his driver's license, had a few close friends, worked hard, saved his money, travelled, purchased his own car, boat and jetski, and so much more. He was one of the "good ones" - treated everyone with respect, stood up for others when nobody else would, was the first one in, and last one out of work, and was genuinely a nice guy. He was meticulously clean and took care of his stuff. He loved pizza and fishing. Calvin struggled with chronic pain for years. I continued to try to offer hope for diagnostics and treatment, but nothing ever seemed to help. Eventually, the medications that were provided to him to try to help improve his life, ended his life. There is not a day that goes by that we don't think of Calvin. It's such a sad tragedy, and our hearts have a whole that simply can't be filled. It's been almost 9 months since my son passed away. He was 24 years old. We love and miss you Calvin, always. We are hoping you are no longer in pain and are finally resting peacefully. I hope to see you again someday. Love dad, mom, and your sister.