My name is Tiffany, and I am the mother of the most beautiful, brave little boy, Anthony Josiah.

I had to call 911. Again.

My baby had been in medical emergencies before, but this time felt different. Deep down, I knew something was terribly wrong. I hate hospitals, but I knew we had no choice. I just kept praying they would save him.

Anthony became very sick with parainfluenza. His tiny body was given medication after medication as doctors tried desperately to help him breathe and fight the infection. Instead, his body began to shut down. He went into shock. He was intubated and placed on life support, completely dependent on machines to breathe for him. His body was exhausted.

The doctors explained what was coming. They showed me with their hands how his heart should be beating… and how it actually was. They told me his kidneys would fail within days. I will never forget those moments. I was vomiting from fear and grief. I knew my baby was suffering.

When I knew it was time, I made the most impossible decision a mother could ever face. I asked them to remove the machines.

I held my baby skin to skin, heart to heart, for four hours. I sang to him. I kissed him. I told him how loved he was. I stayed with him through every second, just like I always had. Eventually, I felt his little arm begin to stiffen in my arms.

At 7:50 PM on Friday, January 16th, my baby went home with Jesus.

Anthony suffered severe Hypoxic-Ischemic Encephalopathy (HIE) at birth. From his very first moments of life, he faced challenges no child ever should. Yet despite everything his body endured, Anthony was pure light — gentle, resilient, and deeply loved. His smile, his laugh, and his presence changed everyone who knew him.

For five years, I dedicated my entire life to keeping Anthony safe, comfortable, and happy. We weren’t just living — we were surviving together. He required constant medical care, therapies, equipment, frequent hospitalizations, and around-the-clock advocacy. I fought for him with everything I had because he deserved every joy and every ounce of love this world could give.

He was tired for a long time… but he was happy.

Happy watching Elmo and his friends on Sesame Street.

Happy cuddling with his mama.

Now my baby has gained his angel wings and is finally at peace — free from pain, struggle, and machines.

I am now facing the unimaginable: laying my child to rest while navigating the emotional and financial weight that comes with profound medical loss. Funeral and memorial expenses, along with remaining medical-related costs, have created a burden I cannot carry alone.

If you feel led to help — whether through a donation or by sharing this page — please know it means more than words could ever express. Your support honors Anthony’s life, his fight, and the love that carried him through every single day he was here.

Thank you for loving my son.

Thank you for seeing him.

Thank you for helping me honor my perfect angel, Anthony Josiah ️

I’ll miss your smile everyday