Help Put my Father to Rest

On June 1st, 2021, my father (on the left of the image) suffered a heart attack during work and died on the way to the hospital. 

I told him that I loved him every day, hugged him every time I wanted to, and let him know that he meant everything to me. I would normally wake up around 6:30-7am for school, and he'd be there getting ready for work a few hours later. We'd hug and I'd kiss him on the cheek, telling him to stay safe.

The day he died, he didn't hug me. He didn't say anything. I woke up, he was there, and when I was out of bed, he had already left. My heart knows that he wasn't feeling right and decided to not tell anyone.

I really, really, wish I could've said goodbye to him that morning. Even if it was unknowingly.

He worked because he loved me. He worked to provide a good life for me.  I cared about him so much, and would do anything to see him alive and well again. 

My mom (on the right side of the image) died of lung cancer when I was 3, I never really got truly to experience what it's like to be loved by a mom. My memories of her, although positive, are vague. My dad was my world, and my care for him grew because he was all I had.

All of his family members and close friends are raising money to help cover the costs for his funeral, and that's the reason why I'm making this page. The money will go towards things related to mortuary/funeral costs, and pay for any bills he left behind. We'll accept what help we can get, and greatly appreciate it.

The brightest light in all of this is that I've talked with my dad about the topic of death multiple times before, and he explained to me that if he were to die right then and there, he would die happy, because he knew I was gonna grow up to be an amazing person. It's a reassuring memory I'm never going to forget.

Any amount donated will be highly appreciated.

Thank you. -Ivan