The Warner Family Goodbye

My mother and father found each other, the love of their lives, fairy-tale style. My dad is now on home Hospice care. I thought he'd never die, but the end of his life is very near. Cancer is a thief. A dirty, rotten thief.  

My mother is facing astronomical hospital and funeral bills and her heart is broken. Even the basic cremation package  will burden her financially.  She needs help but is too proud to ask for it. I'm a single mother and not in a position to help her monetarily. Outside of love and moral support, this is the only way I can help her, but I need your help, too.

We aren't poor. The love and bond our family has is more than most could hope for; we just don't have money. If you have a few dollars to donate, I'd be forever grateful.  Wayne or "Uncle Phil" to his Sober Fellowship, touched thousands of lives. He worked as a social worker for 36 years, giving his love and life to help those less fortunate. Neither he nor my mother would ever ask for charity and they will probably be very uncomfortable when they find out that I have, but I have no other choice. I hope one day they understand that sometimes you have to ask for help. We, his daughters are asking for your help. Thank you so much.

xoxoxoxxo
Amey and Laura