Our family is living a nightmare. My brother, Kenneth Lee, was murdered at just 33 years old. One moment he was here, and the next, our entire world changed. There are no words for the pain we are feeling. This was sudden. This was devastating. This was not supposed to happen. Kenneth was not just a name or a headline. He was a son. He was my brother. He was loved deeply. He was kind, respectful, and carried himself with humility even in difficult circumstances. Even those who encountered him briefly spoke about his peaceful spirit and good heart. That is who he was.

Right now, our family has no funds to cover funeral and burial expenses. We were not prepared for this loss, and we are desperately trying to bring Kenneth home and give him the dignity and proper burial he deserves. This is urgent. We cannot lay him to rest without help. Any support, whether through a donation or by sharing, means the world to us. Thank you for helping us honor Kenneth’s memory during this unimaginable time.