I will be taking my 7 year old with me.

I have made 90 dollars

On June 14, 1 year 9 months and 20 days since my son took his life. I have not been the same since. Where kindness and love once grew, now there is sorrow. A huge part of me died when he did. I was just 17 and in foster care when I found out I was pregnant. I had him a couple weeks after I turned 18, and I loved him with all my being. I was in no position to be taking care of a child when I didn't even know how, so at six months I placed him for adoption. A lovely family took him in, loved him, and cared for him. When he was 16, he found me. It was like no time had passed, and it was beautiful. I was so happy to have him back, even if for just a short time. He lived in Montana. He came and saw me a few times, and I went to see him once. When I went to his final resting place, he had no headstone. But now he does. I just want to sit with him and tell him how things are going.

I am asking for help with gas and food so I can make the trip to visit my son's headstone and spend time with him. I will be sleeping in my car because motels are expensive, but being able to make this journey would mean so much to me. If you stayed to read this, thank you and God bless. Any support you can offer would mean the world to me.