Final wish of Jan

On the evening of the 12th of July, I arrived home after work to find a dark house. Unusual as my dad usually had the front porch light on for me and I would often find him sitting in the living room waiting for me. Waiting to tell me about his newest plans for life if everything worked out like he hoped. When I walked into the dark house, my first thought was that maybe he was napping. I put the groceries down, changed out of my work wear and went upstairs to check.

I found him. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was gone. Far too soon. I was hysterical and heartbroken.

My pride makes this a very hard request to make, but I was not there in his final moment and I will do whatever I can to honour what I know was his wish for when he died. My younger brother and my mother's ashes are both scattered in the same place on a lake outside Ottawa, and he would often tell me that's where he wanted to end up.

It is now up to me to get him there.

He had been living with me in Australia since the death of my mom 4 years ago. His financial situation was dire, in part due to his taking on full time care of my mom when her lewy body dementia got worse. He refused to put her in a home, something I will be eternally grateful for. But it meant maxed out credit cards when their pensions couldn't cover life's costs. So there is nothing for me to draw from. No inheritance. Just debt and paperwork.

I so want to do this for him. I want to take him to be with my mom and brother. As heartbreaking as it is for me to lose the last of my direct family and as difficult as it is to ask perfect strangers for help, my options are very limited here. Any help is appreciated.

Thank you.