Imagine this…

You finally find sweet, gentle, healthy love after years of trauma and abuse. You finally believe the future can be good, so you move into the home you’ve dreamed of—the first place that feels safe, secure, truly yours. You exhale. You feel like you’ve arrived at the life you’ve longed for.

And then, in an instant, it’s gone.

Three months after moving into our dream home, the love of my life, Greg, passed away in my arms. In a single breath, I lost my heart, my future, the person who made life feel worth living. I also lost half the household income overnight. We had built this life together—it required both of us. We were so excited to spend the rest of our lives growing old together in this home. I still can’t believe he’s gone.

This home wasn’t just a house — it was my first true sense of safety since I was 17. After decades of moving, running, and surviving, Greg and I carefully planned this life together. I budgeted every penny, made it work responsibly, and for the few weeks we lived here, we were happier than we ever thought possible.

Now, every day is a nightmare—trudging through grief while trying to hold up walls that feel ready to crumble. Just like my life before Greg, I’m once again terrified to unpack boxes because it feels like this home—our dream—could slip away at any moment. Within hours of Greg’s death, the reality hit: my love is gone, and now I might lose the one place that finally felt safe.

Grief alone is unbearable. Grief mixed with the fear of losing everything we built together is crushing. I’m working a full-time job, a part-time job, and running my photography business, trying to rebuild Greg’s half of our income. But it will take time, and every day brings more uncertainty.

This GoFundMe exists to keep me from losing everything while I embark on the shattering task of figuring out how to live without Greg. Your support gives me breathing space, time to grieve, and the chance to hold onto the one place that still feels like safety. It helps me preserve the home and stability that are the foundation for whatever life I can build going forward.

If you can help—whether with a donation, a share, or even a kind word—it means more than I can say. Every act of support reminds me I’m not alone, even in this overwhelming grief.

Thank you for helping me hold onto my home, my life, and the small sense of security I still have.