Some people fear losing everything, someday. I’m living it.

My name is Brianna, and I was 23 when I had to bury my mother. My brother was 25, and my little sister was only 18.

I’ll never forget the sound she made when our mom died. Her cry echoed long after the room went quiet, and I prayed I’d never have to hear that sound again.

Last night, I did.

I had to tell my sister that we have to bury our dad now, too.

Our dad passed away in Arkansas last night without warning. We had no time to prepare and no chance to brace for it. We feel lost, confused, angry, and hurt. We are in shock, and will forever be homesick with no home to go back to. We feel robbed of the chance at ever having a normal life. Everything we ever knew has been ripped away from us, piece by piece.

How do we process the fact that we’ve lost both of our parents before even having the chance to fully become ourselves, while trying to plan a funeral for a man we thought was invincible?

We weren’t ready. We AREN’T ready; and we really need a lot of support right now. We don’t have the strength, or the financial means to handle this loss. It seems to be all we know, lately.. and I don’t know how many more goodbyes we can take.

Our family needs prayers, desperately. And any help, no matter how small will mean the world to us. Any donations will go directly towards paying for our dad’s cremation, arrangements, travel to & from Arkansas, and everything else that comes with what we’re forced to face, again.