My son, Christopher, was my whole world. I had him when I was just 15 years old, and from the moment he came into my life, he gave my life purpose and meaning. He grew into the most loving, selfless, and kind-hearted young man. Christopher would give the shirt off his back—or even food off his own plate—just to make sure someone else was okay. That’s just who he was.

He had so many dreams and was finally starting to see them come true. He was working hard toward becoming an electrician, had recently started his job as an apprentice, and his ultimate goal was to become a journeyman, we were so proud of him. He was happy. He was motivated. He had a future full of promise. He just turned 26!

Christopher had the biggest heart, the brightest smile, and a sense of humor that could light up any room. He loved deeply, and he lived with his heart wide open. He was truly too good for this world.

My son always wanted a motorcycle ever since he was little. He enjoyed the outdoors, skateboarding and riding his bike. He was so proud when he finally bought one on his own. As a mom I was worried but , he recently reassured me saying, “Mom don’t worry, I’m going to sell it soon and use the money for a work truck.” That was the kind of man he was—always thinking ahead, always working toward something better. Unfortunately that never happened.

On April 1st, my worst nightmare became reality. While riding his motorcycle on I-4, my son was taken from us in a hit-and-run. The person responsible left him there and fled, leaving our family shattered and searching for answers.

Now, we are facing a pain no parent should ever have to endure. I am trying to find the strength to lay my baby to rest, but I am also facing the heartbreaking reality that I don’t have the means to give him the proper burial he deserves. We are all devastated. Our hearts are broken beyond words.

Please pray for my son, for his soul to be at peace, and for God to hold him close. I am now left scrambling, because I never imagined I would be in this position… trying to bury my child. He was supposed to bury me! 

If you can find it in your heart to help in any way—whether through a donation, a share, or a prayer—it would mean more to us than words can ever express. Thank you for your kindness, your support, and your love during the most painful time of our lives.

I love you my son! I will never be the same. Rest my baby boy.