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RIP 5/25/2015 - 9/4/2016
On September 3, 2016, at approximately 4:15pm, Marcus Kowal and Mishel Eder's sister and 15 month old son Liam were hit by a 72 year old female drunk driver in her SUV while the two were within the crosswalk of Hawthorne Blvd and 133th Street in Hawthorne, CA. Mishel's sister is in stable condition with serious injuries. Tragically, their only child, Liam, was critically injured and died on Sept 4, 2016 due to his injuries.
As anyone can imagine, they are completely shocked, heartbroken, and have a long road ahead of them. Please, if you can, donate anything you can to help them with medical expenses as well as funeral costs. I know Marcus and Mishel were giving their all to building a legacy business for their little family and they have impacted countless lives through their work. As Marcus's business associate and friend, I am starting this GoFundMe to organize our support. No parent should EVER have to bury their child!
Please keep Marcus, Mishel, and her sister in your prayers.
"Funeral services will be held Monday at 1.30pm at the Trinity Lutheran Church, 4783 130th street, Hawthorne. It's a celebration of life, so the colors are blue and white.
For any media that is attending: please do not approach my sister in law."
"Last week, you crushed one of your crunchy snacks in your hands on the gym mat. I told you, you had to help me clean it up. I handed you a wipe and you tapped swiped it across the mess. The crumbs spread, but that's okay you tried and I smiled.
Last week, we went to Trader Joe's and you wanted to shake everyone's hand in line. I handed you a bag of popcorn and you laid on it. It was nap time.
Last week, you watched me as I did front squats. You played with the medicine balls. You yelled when I would do a set. I hugged you and kissed you after ever set. Papa came and picked you up. He had just gotten home from work. You kicked your legs so fast because you were so happy to see him.
Last week we went to the Aquarium with your aunt, and your best friends Emma and Jayden. You love the water. I had to take your clothes off because you wanted to climb in the water and pet the fish. We went and saw the birds and you wanted to touch them. You ran around the aquarium pointing to the fish. Smiling. Laughing. Emma kissed you.
Last week, you climbed in your car. I planned on taking out for you this week and driving around the block. You pressed the music button and I danced for you. You smiled at my silly moves.
Last week, you walked toward me, brought up your arms and yelled out, "mama." I was cooking. I lowered the heat on the pasta, picked you up and handed you a spoon to stir. I held your hand. This was the first time you helped me cook.
Last week, you read one of your favorite books to us. Papa and I laughed when you made the sounds like you were reading. You turned the pages. We all laughed.
Last Saturday, we Facetimed with your best friend Emma. You kept bringing me books to read to you. I tried to read one book but then you just kept bringing me more.
Last Saturday, we took our last picture together.
Last Saturday, it was nap time but you didn't want to nap in your bed. I gave you milk. You cried. I picked you up carried you to our bed. Laid you on my chest. Your little arm wrapped around me. I started to rock you and rub your back. I remember thinking, "This is so nice." I pat your butt. You sang your falling asleep song. You fell asleep. I kept you on my chest for a few more minutes. I rolled you off to the side, I tried to study but I was tired. I laid next to you and we napped. When you woke up we we watched Masha and the Bear. That was your favorite show. You watched Masha so intensely. We watched Masha and the Bear maybe for a little too long. But you loved it. I said, "One more episode." We went to Papa, he was in the other bed. Papa and you played a learning game on the phone. You touched the phone and animal sounds repeated over and over. You would press the button and then look at Papa. We played for a little longer. Papa had worked all day and asked to sleep. I needed to study. I asked your aunt to take you for a walk.
"You are so brave."
"You are so inspirational."
"You are so heroic."
We keep hearing these words. But we don't feel brave, inspirational, or heroic. We are unraveling. Our pain is palpable. Our baby is gone. We cannot hold him, touch him, smell him or kiss him.
I see you everywhere, in everything. You are so loved, sweet love.
People are saying you will live on in our hearts, and though that's true, it's not enough. It's not enough to live with only 15 months of memories. It's not enough to only hear your laughter in videos and in our heads.
I prayed so hard. Begged for a miracle. I wished it was me instead of you. Still do.
I asked for another CT scan of your brain. What if it was repairing itself? What if? I had to try. I was so helpless.
The doctor was kind and said okay.
I rubbed your belly and held your hand and spoke with you. I told you about all of the adventures we needed to have. I asked for your forgiveness for not protecting you. I asked for your forgiveness for working part-time and going to school part-time. I pleaded for you to be in there. I kissed your body all over. The top of your head still smelled like you but the rest of you didn't. You used to smell warm. You smelled like butter a lot. My favorite was the smell of your neck.
Froggy stay with you until the end. I rubbed the tag on your eyes the way you used to when you were so sleepy.
I kissed you some more. From head to toe. Especially your head and broken leg.
Everyone said goodbye. We got a few more minutes. Then Papa said we had to go. I kicked, I cried, I begged to kiss you some more.
I was pulled out of the room. I tried to run back in. There were people watching. I didn't care how I looked, how much noise I made. People held me back. They got me a wheelchair. I begged for one more kiss. We went back in. I kissed your head one last time.
You were with me every day for 15 months. I only worked part-time because we wanted to be with you as much as possible.
You were with us, every day, for only 15 months. And now you're gone. And we don't know what to do.
There's a lot of noise and support right now but I'm so scared of when that stops. Papa holds me tight and I hold him. Liam, I don't understand why or how this could have possibly happened. Liam, your spirit is so bright.
Fifteen months of so much love. Thank you, for showing me who I am, who I was meant to be. Thank you, for letting me be your mommy.
We are not inspirational, we are broken parents. There is a gapping hole in our hearts. We feel raw. We feel like we are repeatedly being stabbed in the heart. This is not just an emotional pain, it's an all consuming, body, mind, and soul pain.
I am pleading to the world to not drink and drive. It's not worth it.
Mama and Papa love you, Liam. #rememberLiam"
Donna, they may provide a free plot, but the stone, the casket and other fees are not covered. In addition the medical bills for trauma care for this child and his aunt will be very high and we do not know if the driver was insured.... This family can use all the help they can get. Thanks for the information about the cemetery, I did not know about that.
So sorry for your loss. Our family just buried my 9 yr old nephew, who was killed by a drunk driver. His parents (& extended family) also donated his organs so that others may live. All we know this far is that 5 organs saved 4 people (2 organs webt to 1 person) & his lungs went to research. We hope one day to meet the recipients! We'd all love to see, hear & feel his heart beat again! Praying for the recipients: that they live long full active wonderful lives & for your family as you too walk this road toward a new normal & healing. #TeamJulian Still Saving Lives-consider stopping by our page. My brother (Julians dad) wants his life to make a difference!
Marcus and Mishel, I can't imagine your heartbreak but even in this horrible time, you are giving a beautiful gift to another family. Bless you both and Liam for your sacrifice. My prayers are with you and Alison. ♥ I'm so sorry you are going through this.
Grief is holy. Please ignore our unintended attempts to snatch it with hurried hope. Pain is often all a person has left to prove they loved. We are all desperate to offer our hearts and help, but please know you don't have to be brave or strong or inspirational. You are safe and loved by your community even in your darkest stages of this process.
We also lost a Son in a vehicular/Pedestrian accident. Doug was 29 years old, served two tours in Iraq, and was preparing for a third tour when he was hit and killed. We also went through the heartbreaking situation of him being brain dead and had to make the decision to remove him from life support. Doug's organs gave life to so many people. The heart valves, the kidneys, the pancreas, etc.. It might not seem like it now, but this will give you comfort. Our thoughts and prayers are with you both. I wish you were not in this Angel Parents Group, as it is so heart wrenching to lose a child, no matter the age. God Bless, Love, and Prayers...
I'm so sorry for the tragic death of your young some Liam. Im sending my most heartfelt and deepest condolences . My 16-year-old son Conor was crossing the street in Sherman Oaks on October 19, 2010 when he was killed by a distracted nonlicensed hit-and-run driver . Unfortunately we now walking in the same shoes so I am sending you light and love and strength and praying that your young daughter recovers. Conor was a lifeguard and Camp counselor and I know he immediately took Liam under his wing In heaven May they rest in Paradise. Please do not hesitate to call me if there's anything at all that you need or if you would like to talk Jeri, Conors mom www.inhonorofconor.org
Marcus & Mishel, my heart breaks for you. I'm praying for you that God would gird you up, that He would show you His love and mercy, and that you would experience comfort from the God of all comfort. Above all know this...your son is with the Lord, and is alive today with Him! Rest in that knowledge. Liam is with the God who designed his every part and is safe. Here is the promise of the Bible: "But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus." (1 Thessalonians 4) Trust Christ during this seemingly impossible time. He will get you through and you will see your son again very soon.
I was so heartbroken to hear this story and then reading some of the donors comments and the story of Robert Wark losing his precious daughter to a drowning....I too lost a brother when he was 21 in an auto accident and another brother to cancer both so young...when someone passes whether its from an auto accident, someone's pure negilgence, thru a drowning, a violent act or even to disease we are never fully prepared for something like this but what keeps me going is knowing my brothers and my mom and other family members and friends that have passed are now all together where there is no more pain, suffering, where they are with our Father God, Jesus Christ and Mother Mary and all the angels and saints where they are at peace and together and are truly living....there is no more fear, pain, anguish, or suffering, they are not mourning they are rejoicing to be in Heaven with our creator! It's us here left to mourn that ask why, how, what will I do without that person in my life, but we have never lost that person, they are always going to be in all of our memories, our thoughts, our prayers and in our hearts for eternity...These little angels have lost their lives so soon, your son and Robert Wark's daughter my brothers and everyone else who joins people like us that have grieved the loss of a young life, we are here for you, we understand, we care...it takes some pretty special people to allow their son to give life to others, wow what a gift! Remember its never goodbye, its until we meet again! God Bless your family and your precious boy! “God, bring comfort and peace. Peace is your essence. Peace is your name. Bring peace to this family who has lost their precious child in death. We come to you, God because we know that you sorrow, and are acquainted with grief. You too have endured the loss of a child. You empathize. We can’t help but ask, “Why?” Forgive our insistence, our confusion, even our anger. We believe that you are just, and we ache to understand how this tragic death is an expression of that justice, how it expresses your love. We also know – in our minds at least – that you seldom answer the “why?” question. We press you, but on these matters you are mostly silent. What we ask instead is “how?” How can we move forward? How can this bring us together and not tear us apart? How can we now live under the shadow of this untimely death? Answer this prayer with your comfort and guidance. There is no way to remove the pain. The grief is real. The only sanity is to know, to believe, in a life beyond with you, when all the scales are righted and the sufferings are made good. We trust you and your promise that while this child’s life on earth is done, his life beyond has just begun. With that release we lose him and let him go into your arms, then by faith receive in return the boundless comfort of your presence. That is all, that is enough. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.
Reading the 10th update, from Liam's mommy, was so hard to get through without breaking down. I don't know you, but my heart hurts for you. Your way with words is very touching. I can't imagine the pain you are feeling. I think about you daily. God be with you. Rest in peace sweet sweet boy.
I am weeping and praying for your comfort and peace. My 16 year old daughter was hit by a car and too we had to let her go 3 days later. We also donated her organs. It truly gave some comfort to know she lives on. I pray they play in heaven together as your Liam seems amazing and so was she. Angels hold you and surround you, much love.
I feel your pain, its soul shattering & nothing could be worse. I'm crying over here, my heart hurts. Sometimes, there really are no words to be said. So I'm simply sending you love & light ❤ And this beautiful song, "Hallelujah" from Leonard Cohen. .....this version of the song was a gift to me from my beloved angel from above, I call it soul food ❤ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q Marcus & Mishel, may you be one anothers others rocks & allow your love to guide you ❤