An emergency ambulance at the ExCeL centre in London, the United Kingdom [Anadolu]
Michael Brown was the reason I went into journalism. And it was his death that led directly to the most important, and painful, assignment I have ever undertaken.
It began on Friday March 13, when his body suddenly began to shut down bit by bit. He was 91 and had been battling dementia for almost a decade.
I was on my way to the airport when I got the call from my sister. He had passed away just minutes earlier. If I had left a day earlier I would have been there for the ending. Instead I missed the deadline his body had set for him.
He passed away