Please Help Me Keep My Home – I’ve Lost Everything

Please Help Me Keep My Home – I’ve Lost Everything

My name is Debbie Duncan, and on May 17th, my world was shattered beyond repair. I lost my beloved mama, Carol Ann Duncan. She wasn’t just my mother—she was my best friend, my confidante, my heart, and my home. She was the one constant in my life. The one who always loved me, who understood me, who stood by me. Now that she’s gone, I feel like I’ve lost everything.

Over the past few years, I had the honor of being my mama’s full-time caregiver. As dementia slowly stole pieces of her away, I devoted every single day to making her feel safe, loved, and cherished. She needed round-the-clock care, and I gave it gladly—because she gave me her love every day of my life. I didn’t have the option to work because leaving her alone wasn’t possible. But even in our struggle, I felt peace knowing I was right where I was supposed to be—beside my mama.

We went without so much. I sold everything of value just to make ends meet. Our only income came in after due dates, and our landlord refused to work with us. Our utilities were often at risk. My car broke down and I couldn’t afford to fix it—then one day, without warning, the landlord towed it away. Still, through it all, I never gave up because my mama was worth it. She was everything to me.

And now… she’s gone.

And I’m alone.

I turned to my remaining family, hoping for love and comfort. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d be given a little time to grieve, a little space to breathe. I hoped for a place to rest my head while I found work and rebuilt from this loss. But what I received instead was coldness… rejection… and extreme emotional abuse. I was made to feel like a burden. I wasn't even an offered a spot on their floor to sleep

I’ve learned that the only real family I had in this world was my mama.

Now, I’m on the brink of losing the only home I have left.

I have no income. I have no transportation. I have no support system. The grief is unbearable—and the fear of being homeless is overwhelming.

I am begging—please, if you can find it in your heart, help me keep my home.

Even the smallest amount would mean more than you could ever know. It would be a lifeline. I’m not just grieving the loss of my mother—I’m fighting to not lose everything else with her. I need a roof over my head so I can begin to heal, to mourn, to rebuild… to live a life without my mama by my side.

I don’t know where else to turn. But I’m praying—truly praying—that someone will reach back and help me hold on.

Please, help me keep my home.

Please help me not end up on the street.

Please help me take even one small step toward a life without the one person who meant the world to me.

From the bottom of my shattered heart—thank you.

Your kindness could be the very thing that saves me.

With love, grief, and deepest gratitude,

Debbie Duncan