Baby Izrael’s Cremation

Blessings to everyone and I apologize for any triggers I may cause to any mothers and fathers that have lived this horrific experience. My baby boy Izrael Anthony Martinez (manman) passed away on the night of 1/23/23 at 3 months old. ManMan loved to talk, coo and gurgle whether it was to someone else or himself. ManMan was so well tempered, he was such a good baby, even when my daughter would snatch her stuff away from him and scold him, he would just flash that gummy smile. ManMan was the epitome of a mommas boy, he needed eyes on me at all times or he would let it be known he needs eyes on me at all times. I would always catch him staring at me smiling, there were so many times where I would be smiling and look over at my son who would just be radiating happiness at my happiness. My manman was so happy, smiling at every stranger wherever we went, making sure to coo and flash those dimples at every woman who stopped to welcome him home with his fresh self. He was so strong, big arms, big hands, thick legs and long feet that he made sure to let me know worked after he found out they worked. My manman was always trying to sit up, he would fuss like he wanted a bottle until I propped his little self up to see what was going on around him. He loved to stretch those long legs, he loved tummy time, he was already holding his head up by himself and rolling from his tummy to his back. I miss my son, my daughter misses her baby brother, we have not eaten the same or slept the same since our manman left this physical world. I am doing my best to help my daughter grieve and understand why manman isn’t here anymore. I need my sons remains back home with us where he belongs. Every time I eat, drink, smile, laugh, even take a breath of air it feels like a betrayal because he is not home but in a morgue alone in the cold dark. ManMan needs his favorite blanket and his stuffed animal, he needs to have eyes on his momma and hear his sister’s craziness again. My daughter needs her brother to come home, she needs to see that manman is still part of what makes our home, home. Our home is empty and we are waiting for him to fill that space that is rightfully his. All donations will go to the cremation process of my son, the morgue will discard of my sons body within a short amount of time, he will then be lost forever. Please help me bring my third musketeer home.

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