Losing a parent is something most of us know will come one day—but nothing prepares you for how quickly that day can arrive. I am sad to say my family is about to live that reality as my father, Antonio Perez, is losing the battle as I type.

His health has declined rapidly, in a way none of us expected. Just a short time ago, he was still himself—kind, steady, and quietly looking out for others. Now, everything has changed so fast that it’s hard to process, let alone prepare for what comes next.

He went to the hospital thinking he would be out after a few days of medication. However, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. After more than three months and added complications, he is losing the battle.

My father has always been a good person in the ways that matter most. He wasn’t loud about it, and he didn’t seek attention—but he showed up for people, offered help without hesitation, and lived with a quiet sense of care and decency. The kind of person you could rely on without needing to ask twice.

I’m not someone who is used to reaching out or sharing personal struggles publicly. Writing this is difficult. But as I try to come to terms with what’s happening, I also have to face the practical reality of funeral and memorial costs. I want to give my father a respectful and meaningful farewell—something that reflects the life he lived and the person he was.

If you’re able to help in any way—whether through a donation or by sharing this page—it would mean more than I can easily put into words. Your support would help ease the financial burden during a time that is already incredibly heavy.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and for any kindness you can offer.