Firework Explosion Changed Everything–Were Asking for Help

Hi, my name is Keara, and I’m writing this with a heavy heart. I never imagined I’d be here asking for help for the man I love but I don’t know what else to do. My fiancé, the father of our three children, was in a horrific fireworks accident on July 4th that shattered our world in an instant.

That night was supposed to be a celebration. A holiday filled with laughter, sparklers, and memories with our kids. Instead, it became the worst night of our lives.

He was rushed to the hospital after a firework explosion and immediately taken into emergency surgery. The damage was devastating. He lost three fingers, part of a fourth, and part of his hand. Both of his eyes were injured in the blast, leaving him with painful abrasions that now make it hard for him to see. He’s completely bedridden and in constant pain.

He’s the kind of man who never complains. He works hard, provides for our family, and has always done everything he could to protect us. He had just started a new job three weeks before the accident. He was excited, hopeful, and proud. But because the job was so new, he didn’t have medical insurance yet. And then the unimaginable happened.

We have three young children—ages 9, 5, and 2—who are so confused. They’re small minds don’t fully grasp why daddy can’t get up. Why he doesn’t pick them up, or chase them in the yard, or hold their hands the way he used to. They don’t understand the silence. They don’t understand why everything suddenly feels so heavy. I’m doing everything I can to keep their little world safe while mine is quietly falling apart.

The medical bills are already overwhelming, and they’re only going to grow. Every day brings new expenses: hospital charges, wound care, medications, follow-up visits, eye specialists, hand surgeons. He will need long-term physical therapy, and likely more surgeries. On top of that, I’m trying to keep up with rent, groceries, diapers, electricity, gas—just the basic things we need to survive.

He doesn’t know I’m creating this page. He never would—he’s too proud . He’s always been the one helping others, never asking for anything in return. But this time, he can’t fight alone. And I can’t do it all by myself. So I’m asking. As a mom. As a partner. As someone who just wants to give her family a chance to breathe again.

If you can give anything, even just a few dollars, it would help us more than I can explain. It would help us get through the next appointment, the next meal, the next uncertain day. And if you can’t give, please share our story. Please keep my fiancé in your prayers. Pray for his healing. Pray for our children. Pray for strength for our family to face whatever comes next.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading, for caring, and for standing with us in this dark moment.

With love and hope,

Keara Meehan