A Widowed Mother of 8 God said "It is time to ask!

Hi, my name is Latricia, I am a widow and I'm in desperate need of help.

I have finally concluded, that I can no longer worry about "who knows" and what their opinion will be. I want to make this as simple as possible friends, Facebook, followers, and the public whomever this is meant to reach.

God built me strong, however, I am suffering traumatically, physically, and mentally. Depression and anxiety have taken over. I try to avoid going out into public, I even avoid my family at times. I feel lonely, in a dark hole trying to climb my way out. So here goes...

1. Husband passed away (July 2016)

2. My Brother was brutally stabbed, he died and God spared him (August 2016)

3. When our house was abandoned by ownership with us living in unsafe conditions, it was further flooded and condemned along with every memory, piece of clothing, and family possessions. The kid's emotional support animal was taken and we lost family cats when they left all the doors open for them to get out in the elements. We know who has the dog to this day, our cats we don't know. "Teddy" has never been returned even when going to the authorities with proof of ownership.

They gave us days to sort through our home of 9, when we returned they had already thrown away most of our things along with my husband's ashes despite them being on an altar and noticeable. This is something that haunts my family every day and emotionally is crippling to think about, all we had left of him but memories.

The owner of the home had 30 days to remedy the issues, and to help us move back home, he opted out instead. We further sought shelter in the town legion hall for 3-4 nights where the police put us. No one came back for us. This was unknown to me, my birthday, an event so traumatic I had forgotten I had turned 42, a year later my children had to remind me I was in fact 43, I was traumatized & delusional.

Actions were taken as if we moved or were evicted and had 3 dumpsters and literally everything went just like that and no help. He didn't have to answer for any of his actions, this was on Shelter Island. Out of sight out of mind in a place where I built my family.

4. Then the father of 2 of my daughters died suddenly. (April 2022)

5. My eldest son in May was in a very horrific motorcycle accident basically everything on his right side is/was broke. He still needs further surgery but the medical coverage is an issue and he has been out of work since, and another source of income has gone. (May 2022 -Present Day)

6. As for myself I see an oncologist and go to the blood and cancer center anywhere between 4-5 days a week. I'm in a life-saving surgery, so for those who know what that is, that's my fate as of now. (Present Day)

7. We have to be out of my current home, and in about 30 days I have no clue where we're going. No luck finding housing, and no options but to relocate out of the county, or even state lines. We don't have anything to move with, packaging or storage.

But I don't have time or capacity to dwell on who, what, when, where, why or how? I struggle with pain every day and can barely get around.

We had friends, so I thought and when my husband passed I realized what family and friends we in fact had. Most didn't have the decency to say "sorry for your loss" My husband gave his all to them when he provided his services. These people attended our weddings, 1st b-day parties, baby showers, etc... We were even invited to their holiday parties and events, and spent summers at their pools. Then nothing, literally nothing. They walk past us like they never knew us.

There are stages of grief I haven't even gotten through. Most of all I still see my kids suffer in silence and secondly, I can not process the treatment we received from all these people that called us not only friends but family and blood family as well.

I was asked why did I wait, and I said I am a fixer. I'm strong but I fear I'm beaten this time. So I have to humble myself and swallow my pride and most importantly, anger. Going through these traumas after trauma, it's selfish of me to not ask you all for your help, the best that can happen is we get a yes or the worst a no.

Lord knows we are praying for a good outcome, and helping hands. I shouldn't be worried about who knows our family and or concerned about being embarrassed, this is a serious and real life I wish on no one. If things do or happen to work out I will pay it forward as I always do. I give now and I don't have. But I have empathy so that's why I help even though I can not afford it.

The bottom line is we need to get on our feet, in a home, and one or both of the 2 cars we own back on the road so we aren't stuck walking especially when traveling to and from those necessary doctors appts.

We are good people and a lovely family and we know what it's like to be down and what it's like to be up. Mainly we know how to treat others, black white rich poor, we see humans. So I hope that's how you see us, a human family in desperate need of your help.

God Bless you all Happy Holidays and I pray and wish you good health, wealth, abundance, and blessings. Praying all the above comes your way this year. Please my family and me in your prayers

I want to give specials thanks to Gillian Johnson Rest In Peace, Jennifer W blessings and weissman,

Kathyleen Lynch, Staff & owner at Shelter Island IGA, cousin Keasha for taking us in for 6 months, Bobbie MacLeod. Thank you for all your help kindness empathy & just genuine love angels on earth. Happy Holidays! may this year bring you all blessings in abundance.

Latricia & family