My father spent most of his life making sure that his children—and his grandchildren—would always have a place to call home. A place of refuge. A place of love. A place where, no matter what life brought, we could lay our heads in peace.

Now, that home is at risk of foreclosure.

As a teacher, I truly believed I was doing enough to sustain life and honor what he built—but life has a way of humbling you and reminding you that sometimes, we can’t do it alone.

I am asking, from the bottom of my heart, if you are able, please help us save my childhood home. Help me keep my father’s final wishes alive and ensure that this place of refuge remains for generations to come.

Thank you for your compassion, your generosity, and your support during this time.

Be blessed.