With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, I am begging for your help getting David home. I’m sitting here in the parking garage of this hospital waiting on the phone call that I can hold his hand for the very last time and I want more than anything to bring him home. I refuse to let him be a warden of the state and not claim him. I don’t have the funds to pay for the direct cremation. I’m not normally one to ask for a hand out but I’m asking now. Please allow me to bring my uncle home where he belongs.