I got the phone call last night that no mother ever wants to receive. My son is gone, taken from this world by an overdose. For anyone who knew him, you know he was not the type to experiment with hard drugs. He moved out of my house a few months ago to return to Indiana, drawn by his love for the snow and winter months where he grew up. I was worried about the person he was moving in with, but as a mother, I had to let him make his own choices. Four months later, my worst fears have come true. My son was influenced to try hard drugs, and it cost him his life far too soon. He was still so young, with so much ahead of him. His mind and heart were not yet fully grown, and now I am left with a pain no parent should ever have to feel.

Right now, I am in Mississippi, and my son's body is in Indianapolis. I need to see him one last time and give him the farewell he deserves. He made me a mom—my first born and only son. I want to honor his memory and bring him peace, but I cannot do this alone. The costs of travel, funeral services, and cremation are more than I can manage on my own.

I am reaching out to anyone who can help, no matter how small the contribution. I know times are hard for everyone, but I truly need your support to see my son and lay him to rest. He deserves the best, and I want to give him that. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can offer.