Ashbear's Family

I never thought I'd be doing this, I didn't do it seven months ago when it made more sense. But, I'm desperate.

My name is Kristin. I started writing when in 2001 as Ashbear. I've met so many amazing people in the community and am truly embarrassed it had come to this.

As some of you know, I had a son and daughter. I talked about them often when I writing, I was so very proud of the adults they have become. On January 17th my life changed forever. I received a call from who I thought was my son...it wasn't. It was an officer telling me there had been a medical event. I managed, somehow, to ask him how it looked honestly....I still will hear those words "not good." What we, nor the officer, didn't know at 7:00pm that evening - my son had been gone since 9:30 am. He answered a text then... but missed a 10:00am meeting.

My son, (although oppinated!), was very protective of his family. He had tried for years to get my mother to move from her 3rd story apartment (she is 77) and always said he'd be there helping.

It's pretty obvious none of us have been well - I worry about her greatly. We have found a place for my mother to live, but without Aaron's help, I don't know we can do it.

During the Covid shut down, we got behind and were forced to sell our family house. These were *our* problems not my mother's. Last week she tripped down the steps of her building - it was only the last two it could've been so much wor

I can help my mother pack, but we can't help her with the deposit. Sadly, if this had been before January we could have. My daughter is wonderful too, but she just graduated school and has her own expenses. She can help some, but wasn't in the same situation as Aaron.

I don't work. I started having neurological problems before - missing at first short periods of time, now I can't remember entire evenings nor events we went to that is terrifying in its own right. I have tried to sell things on ebay from my son's estate, but I need to get the deposit for my mother in weeks. My mistakes, illness, and headache shouldn't be on her.

I didn't do anything like this when my son died - I thought we'd somehow make it (again ashley). We can't do it anymore. I'm truly embarrassed having to do this, but I can't lose my mother over stairs she just can't walk.

The funds will go towards the deposit ($1900) on a place a few doors from - to pay movers, and truck rental. My husband has a few people at work that we can hire - that is the hope.

I'm sorry for asking. I wish to God my son was here. He would've helped her in a heartbeat. (He was the Guardian angel we often took granted - love your kids no matter what)

Aaron Harmon of South Bend, Indiana 11-7-94 to 1-17-23

The photo is my rescue Beagle and a stuffed Wishbone. It was Aaron's as a child. I took it from the house the day after he passed. It has been with me since that day.