Korsah Lamar Simmons was born on October 24, 1982, and he was my world growing up. We were always close—he was my protector, my friend, and the one who could always make me laugh, even on my hardest days. When our dad passed away, Korsah was just 17, and it changed everything for him. He struggled with addiction and, in his early twenties, learned he was HIV positive. Despite these challenges, Korsah was incredibly talented—he could sing, dance, and bring joy to everyone around him.

A few months ago, Korsah called me and said he was ready to change. He wanted to get clean and start over, so I sent him a bus ticket to come stay with me in Lufkin. He was trying so hard to get his life back on track. Tragically, an altercation led to him being shot, and I wasn’t able to be there with him in his final moments. I never got to say goodbye or tell him I loved him one last time.

Now, I am facing the heartbreaking task of laying my brother to rest. I cannot afford to give him a proper burial, but I want to have a viewing for closure for me and my children, and then have him cremated. The funeral home told me these expenses are more than I can manage on my own. I’ve been homeless and have gone through so much with my nine children, but I have never asked for help until now. My brother would have done anything for me, and I just want to honor him the right way. If you can, please help us give Korsah the farewell he deserves. If you can’t donate, please keep us in your prayers. Thank you and bless everyone who gives or shares our story.