Update 1/16/25 thank you to all that donated and took the time to care for a human being who knew no stranger in life, only friends and friends to be made. At this time I am still trying to raise funds, for my mom, Elliotts wife of 40 years, who will be out of work for some time to grieve this unimaginable loss. I also lost 2 pay checks from being in FL caring for my dad. Any donation to help get us through this next month would be lifesaving.

Update. My father Elliott Frank passed peacefully at home surrounded by his wife of 40 years and loving family on 1/8/25 in St. Augustine FL. Any donations will go towards funeral expenses which have been overwhelming to us as this was so unexpected to happen so fast . Thank you

Update

Unfortunately, the time I have dreaded is drawing near. By the grace of God, I was blessed to make it to Florida, thanks to a high school friend who gifted us free round-trip flights. I’m now here with my dad—my hero—and while I am grateful for every second, these are his final days, and the decline is heartbreaking.

My father is on home hospice care after a long battle with prostate cancer that has now spread to his liver. He hasn’t eaten in over a week and can only take small sips of water or ice. A catheter was placed, but his body is slowing down. He can barely speak because of the dryness in his mouth and throat, but every now and then, he whispers “I love you,” and those precious words mean everything.

The change in him since I arrived on Friday is staggering. I watch my strong, loving dad slip away hour by hour. My mom, his wife of 40 years, and I are doing all we can to keep him comfortable and free from pain, leaning on each other for strength through this unimaginable heartbreak.

My mom moved to Florida hoping to enjoy retirement, but she still works full-time. I want to remain here with my family during this precious time, supporting my dad in his final moments and helping my mom navigate the overwhelming responsibilities ahead.

If you can find it in your heart to help, any contribution would go toward the growing costs of funeral arrangements and the income I am missing while being away from work. I have never been one to ask for help, but I’m reaching out now because this is a time when we need it most.

Family is everything to me, and I am determined to be here for my dad and mom. Your kindness and generosity would mean more than words can express. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for any help you can offer.

Hello, my name is Tracy. I’m a 35-year-old single mom raising my beautiful 7-year-old daughter in Chicago. A few years ago, my parents moved to Florida to retire and enjoy life, but my dad’s battle with prostate cancer, first diagnosed in 2016, returned six years later. The cancer has now metastasized to his liver, and after years of fighting with incredible strength, his health has taken a sudden, rapid decline.

My father isn’t just my dad—he’s my greatest blessing. He adopted me and my twin sister at birth, gave me his name, and built a life filled with love, safety, and opportunity. He has always been my protector, my guiding light, and my biggest supporter. Even when fighting cancer, he never let it slow him down. But now, I find myself facing the heartbreaking reality that I am losing my hero.

By the grace of God, I made it to Florida with my daughter, thanks to the kindness of an old friend who gifted us flights. My father is now in hospice care at home. The chemo treatments became toxic to his organs, and since stopping them, his decline has been swift. He hasn’t eaten in a week, speaks only in whispers, and spends his days lying quietly. Despite the pain of seeing him like this, I am beyond grateful for every moment I can care for him and remind him how deeply he is loved.

Caring for him is the greatest honor of my life, but it is also overwhelming as I balance grief with my medical knowledge to help manage his care. I want nothing more than to stay by his side, supporting both him and my mom, his wife of 40 years, through these final days. This is why I am asking for your help—so I can take a little time away from work to be here fully, without the worry of financial strain.

Every donation, no matter the size, helps me fulfill my dream of giving back even a fraction of what my dad has given me—an ending filled with love, dignity, and the presence of the daughter he raised with so much heart. For all the effort he took in raising me, he deserved my care in his final days. Thank you for considering helping us during this difficult time. Your generosity means more than words can express.