My name is Charles. I'm one of seven children to my mother, Margaret. She was a superhero in her own right. She survived so much, including losing one daughter as an infant and one daughter who was murdered at the age of 37. How she recovered from that, I will never know.

What I know is the amazing legacy she left behind: 5 kids, 12 grandkids, and 2 great-grandchildren.

Just a bit more than a year ago, on December 23, 2023, mom experienced her first in a series of three big strokes, with a few minor strokes, on top of A-Fib.

Our world was flipped upside down. We were left confused and lost because we didn't know how this could have happened and why she wasn't getting better. Just days before, she was still a very active, strong 70-year-old, still climbing on ladders and using power tools.

Because we didn't have the funds to get proper therapy, she spent the last year pretty much as a vegetable, with the exception of a less than minimal outburst of a few words.

Fast forward to today, where the doctors and hospice care gave her 24 hours to live. We believe her fight is over; her body will be buried and her spirit will live on. Sadly, we are still in the position where giving her a proper burial seems a bit out of reach. We can chip in and pool some money, but not nearly enough for the services she requested and within our religious practices.

We are asking for a donation towards this cause. Any amount will do. Thank you for taking the time to read this and for considering us in your decision. God bless.

Have a great day!