Help my daughter and I spread Ruby-Lees’ ashes.

Hello, My name is Korey Hart, and I thank you for your click. Even if I were to capture your attention, even for a mere moment, I would have done my job successfully. Nevertheless, I shall continue. I warn you, it does get quite heavy sometimes, but continue if you wish; it's entirely up to you.

I am raising funds to take my recently deceased partners ashes over to Germany to fulfil one of her lifelong dreams with our 18 month old daughter. I was unable to save her life when she needed me most so i feel that I owe this to her.

I am the Father of one 16-month-old and the stepfather of a sweet, hysterical five-year-old boy and a seven-year-old magnificent princess. They moved into their father's house after their mother's passing and come and stay occasionally.

On the Fourth of July 2024, Ruby, myself, and our three kids attended dinner at my mother's house. It was tonsillitis season in our house (our eldest daughter got it every year at that point), and we all had a cough and phlegm in our throats, so we thought nothing of Ruby’s or any of our coughs. We had a splendid dinner at my mother's, and then the next day, Rubys' illness had progressed, but luckily, the big kids were heading to their fathers for the weekend as they did once a fortnight. Also, it helped Ruby rest and relax for the weekend while I attended to our eleven-month-old, and the big kids could hopefully recover before returning home. Friday night, she was complete with it; we got Indian from our favorite spot and binge-watched Dexter in bed with the baby while she breastfed in between naps and showering because she felt cold. Saturday morning, she had gotten worse, and I looked at her and cried on the bed, saying I’ve never seen you this sick before, she laughed at me as she thought it was sweet I cared that much but reassured me she’d had three babies come out her fanny h in ole and laughed at me and agreed to go to the doctors on Monday. It got later into Saturday evening.

I had been attending to her on hand and foot while bringing the baby down for feeds when needed and bringing her endless tea as she watched her doctor soap opera shows. I sat on the bed and told her I would take the baby upstairs so she could have a proper night's rest, turning our space heater on for her and getting her towel after her copious amount of scolding hot showers. It was about 10pm, and I took the baby down for a feeding while trying to get her to sleep. She finally went to sleep, and I went back downstairs to check on Ruby around midnight and kiss her as I would every night before she went to sleep. I went upstairs and watched a movie until about 2am and returned to say goodnight to her. I kissed her and said I love you. I’ll see you in the morning. She said I love you as she was shivering in the fetal position. She assured me she was alright, and I scurried upstairs to the baby, and off to sleep I went.

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping, and I checked my phone, and it was about ten to ten. I waited until 10 a.m., woke the baby, picked her up, and skipped downstairs, exclaiming, "Ruby!! " in a high voice, excited to wake up my love for the day. I got downstairs through the hallway, exclaiming rubyyyy louder and louder in my gleeful tone as I would most mornings to her. I entered our bedroom and found her lying at the end of our bed, her torso in the middle and feet dangling off the bed. At first, I laughed and said, babe? Babe? Babe? My voice turned from a gleeful cheer to a worried panic; I noticed that her skin had a pale yellow tinge, and her veins didn’t look right either. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed my phone while holding the baby in my left arm. I am screaming, “Babe, no!” hysterically as I rush to call the ambulance.

I rush downstairs with our child in my arms and have the operator on the line. They instructed me to lay her on the ground and clear her airways. I place the baby on the floor and push on her chest. A dark liquid comes out, and I put my left hand on the back of her neck and my right under her waist and lift her gently onto the floor to start compression to breathe work as the operator counted me in. I pleaded with him that she was the love of my life and I could not do this without her. They assured me that help was coming and I was doing great. I got into a rhythm, and the operator counted alongside as I heard the ambulance arrive, and I started screaming for help at the top of my lungs. They found me downstairs and took over as I looked over at our child, hitting her deceased mother's legs, utterly unaware of the situation at hand. Just moments before I tried to resuscitate her, I passed her to a fireman and got our dogs into our kids' room. They attempted to defibrillate her. I returned to find her still nonresponsive and in disbelief. I called my aunt and then her mother, and we all grieved together in shock and horror as the emergency services attended our once-beloved family home. I waited for the coroner to collect her body and said goodbye to her while crying alongside her beautiful face as she lay there ever so peacefully, already passed on whatever is next in this crazy thing we call life. Her body was taken, and I screamed in agony, wailing in the fetal position as she was driven off to a cold storage somewhere.

This voyage with my Daughter and lately deceased life partner will not only give me everlasting solace and closure but will make her final departure a memory we shall cherish for the rest of our lifespan.

The funds will be used for our flights to and from Europe, car hire or purchase (whatever is cheaper), and accomodation for my daughter and I.

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