Uncle Jason’s Memorial and Papa Jeff’s Healthcare

As most of you know, my sweet talented
big brother died 16 days ago, on June
27th. What you may not know is that my
sweet mother went into his bedroom to
wake him up around 7:45-8:00am. She
called me terrified, desperate, screaming. 

 She asked me what she needed to do. I
instructed her, but Jason was gone long
before she called me. Her baby boy was
dead before she ever had the chance to do anything for him. He was already dressed
in him swimming trunks when my mother
found him dead in the room next to hers.
He was clearly ready to spend the day on
the river with my mom, one of her best
friends,  and my two young daughters.

Everyone
was so excited to spend an electronic
free, nature embracing day. Jason adored my girls almost more than all other 
family members. It was reciprocated by 
them and his nephews. My sister and
our kiddos have been absolutely 
distraught since losing Jason, our
kids uncle, our protector. 

I have the kindest, most caring,
enormous hearted mother. Known to most of you as Mimi. She has been through so
very many tragedies in the last decade, yet still manages to hang in there for the rest
of our family. She ensures that everyone
else is okay before taking care of herself.  

She suffered the loss of her son-in-law Jeff and her young grandson, Ezra, but still managed to stand tall and remain strong, the
rock we needed. And now she has lost her 
own son.

My precious father Papa Jeff
was diagnosed with Frontal Temporal
Dementia in 2012-2013. He has
exhibited a very slow display of illness,
basically  showing his defiant side (lol, 
the side that makes it extremely difficult to speak coherently yet still gets extremely frustrated with us when we can’t decipher
what he is saying.) Jason had moved back 
in with mom and dad so that my mom
would have reliable back up to help her 
care for my dad. Now she will need either 
in-home health care or will have to place 
him somewhere. Both very devastating, 
and expensive.  
  
     My sweet, sweet mother, “Mimi,”
would absolutely NEVER ask for help.
Only recently has she begun to accept
home cooked meals and favors from
friends. 

Anyways, won’t keep you all day/night. 
But no matter how many times that she
insists that she is doing well when her close 
friends and family members ask, she isn’t
being completely honest. She is not only 
hurting in many ways, she is also starting to struggle financially now that Jason is gone
and dads income is nearly nonexistent
since becoming ill. She is a proud and independent mother and woman.

My hope is that my mom will find at least 
a little bit of financial comfort and even just a bit more sanity while facing these trials
and tribulations that just don’t seem to 
ever stop for her. She is SO strong and
resilient but I know that she is simply tired 
of having to be so strong. She needs a
break and I’m hoping that this
campaign/fund can at least provide her 
some of that.

Your donation is going towards funeral
/memorial related costs as well
as my fathers ongoing care. Donations will aid
in helping my mom stress a little bit less 
while she grieves my brothers death and 
makes a plan for covering the portion of
the bills and groceries that he had been
contributing to their household. It will also
help to provide medical treatment for my
dad, including in home health care as well
as future palliative  care, as we are fully
aware that those extremely sad and
inevitable days are likely coming next. 

I appreciate each and every one of you. If
you are not in a position to comfortably
give right now, I absolutely 
understand. In place of monetary
donations I ask for prayers for comfort and peace for my parents and our family. Love
you all and thank you for all that you’ve 
done and continue to do!