My daughter was a friendly, loving person who touched the lives of many with her warmth and kindness. She had many friends and was deeply loved by her family, especially her sons. On March 6, 2026, our lives changed forever when she passed away from a fentanyl overdose. That morning, I thought she was simply sleeping, and I gently reminded her to come fix breakfast. Later that day, after returning from a doctor's appointment, my grandson Julian came home from work and went downstairs to check on his mom. He found her unresponsive. His younger brother immediately started CPR, and I was there with him, hoping for a miracle. For a brief moment, she woke up and said 'I love you' to her son before slipping away again. We called the police, who arrived quickly and administered NARCAN, but it was too late. They told us that if they had been called earlier, there might have been a chance to save her. As a 73-year-old, I never imagined I would have to bury one of my children. The pain of losing her is indescribable, and her sons are devastated. We all miss her deeply and continue to grieve her loss. She would have turned 53 on April 21, 2026. I find comfort in my faith, reading both the Bible and the Quran, which remind me that it was her time to go. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and I trust that she is at peace. I am reaching out for help to cover the cost of her cremation, which is scheduled for March 27, 2026. The expenses are more than I can manage on my own, and any assistance would mean so much to our family. Thank you for your kindness, prayers, and support during this incredibly difficult time. All praises be to God.