Mason Thomas Prott, 31, of Louisville, KY lost his battle with pain on Saturday, May 10, 2019 in Fairborn, OH. Mason was born on December 3, 1987 at St. Anthony Hospital to Julie M. McGregor and Henry G. Prott. He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Alouis and Connie Prott, his uncle Mike Prott and his grandma Sharon Edlin (“Grandma Weent”). In addition to his parents, he is survived by his Dad, Simpson “Pete” Denney, his bonus-dad, SgtMaj Scott Carstens, his bonus-mom, Tina Lomax, his brothers, Matthew and Max Prott, his sister Felicia Denney (Daniel), his ‘other’ brother, Timothy Jay (“TJ”) McGregor and his fiancée, Brandy J. Hughes; he is also survived by his grandparents, Eddie and Regina McGregor, his aunts Shanna McGregor (Patrick), Glenna McGregor, Margaret Alexander (Danny), Sharon Wayne (Tommy), Linda Prott and his great-aunt Karen Jackson; his uncles Rick McGregor (Michelle) and John McGregor (Barbara), and his great-uncle Loren Massie as well as several close cousins and friends who were family to him.
Mason was a 2006 graduate of Monte Vista High School in Spring Valley, CA. This is where his closest and life-long friendships were made…along with many amazing memories.
Mason was a jokester, amazing football player and gifted auto mechanic. He was loyal to a fault and always “had your six”. His family meant everything to him. If you know Mason, you also know that the rules never applied to him either! He loved being silly and making everyone laugh - he had an infectious laugh and beautiful smile. Mason lit up every room that he entered, and he loved driving and listening to music - it was a ‘natural high’ he said. He was an avid Louisville Cardinals fan and a Chevy man all the way! Mason’s goal in life was to be married, have children, have a home in Kentucky and work as a mechanic.
His adult life presented many struggles, but Mason was in a recovery program for over three years when his greatest set-backs occurred: he lost his grandma - whom he was closest to and adored - suddenly to cancer on October 23, 2016; on January 27, 2017, Mason was struck by two cars on I-65 in Louisville. He underwent 8 surgeries in 10 days, including the amputation of his right leg. His right elbow was completely reconstructed with metal, he had a metal rod in his left femur, his left ankle was severely damaged, and he subsequently had a bowel bleed. It was understood that force-feeding opiates would trigger a demon - yet another battle to endure. Mason had been an athlete since childhood and being an amputee really hit his psyche hard and affected his confidence severely. Even faced with all of this, Mason was determined to walk again and did so in August of 2017! Because of his sense of humor, Mason wore funny amputee shirts and made jokes all the time about it.
This year was a true turning point, as he was looking forward to getting his new leg, being married this summer and eventually moving back home. He had been off opiates for several months…but his pain in his arm was real and it hurt to walk. He knew that his right elbow never properly healed (he was due for another surgery) and it was discovered that Mason’s insides never fully recovered. He just wanted out of his pain and thought he would wake up the next day. The last notes he left were about the multiple doctors’ appointments he needed to take care of.
Mason was a believer in our Lord and certainly Saint Michael, who he knew helped his grandma save his life on the night of his accident. Mason loved nothing more than being with the people he loved. He was so happy to be home on Derby Weekend 2019 - his first trip back since his accident - where he got to spend time with both sides of his family and felt the love and acceptance that everyone had for him.
Mason is now free from pain, addiction, has both of his legs and is with family members who love him! If you’d like to make a charitable donation in his name, the family suggests the Gary Sinise Foundation, Wounded Warriors or Amputee Coalition.
A special thank you goes to Dale Garrison, of TCN Behavioral Health, who was Mason’s angel on earth these past two years.
“Redbird, Redbird, Pretty Red Head, let me see my sweetheart before I go to bed.”