On July 4th, 2025, while the sky lit up with fireworks and the world celebrated, my world was falling apart.

As others watched the lights with joy, I stood by my 3-year-old son Brody’s side—praying, pleading, and hoping—while he fought for his life. The sound of my cries echoed louder than any firework in the night sky.

Tragically, when the fireworks faded and the night grew quiet, Brody’s heart took its final beat. He was called home far too soon.

Brody was only 3 years old—bright, loving, and full of life. He could light up a room with his smile and amaze you with how smart and sweet he was. He had the biggest heart, a brilliant little mind, and a special love for dinosaurs.

He fought with everything he had, but God had other plans—plans I may never understand.

Now I find myself facing the unimaginable: grieving the loss of my baby while also navigating the overwhelming expenses that come with it. I never imagined I would be writing something like this, but I’m asking for help during this heartbreaking time—to honor Brody’s memory and cover the costs no parent should ever have to face alone.

Thank you for your kindness, prayers, and support. It means more than I could ever say.