On January 20th, 2026, I got notified that my dad was shot. I couldn’t believe the words that were spoken to me that day, and as I got ready to go see my dad, not knowing… not prepared for how dire the situation was, I couldn’t help but only think about how I could help my dad feel better and recover. I was completely unaware of the situation. In my mind, I thought that he got hit by a stray bullet. We arrived at the crime scene and unknowingly passed by my dad’s truck. We got relocated by the officers at the scene, and as we were relocated, I got a glimpse of my dad's truck one last time, and that’s where I saw him. My father, sitting in the driver's seat of his truck, peacefully resting for his last time. I didn’t understand it at first, or it’s more like I didn’t want to accept that he was gone. I was unsure why no one was helping him or why there wasn’t an ambulance around. Many hours had passed by, and there was still no medical support for him. It took me a while, but I understood it was because there was nothing anyone could do to help him. My father was a wonderful person, always helping anyone in need, even if he didn’t know them. He would take me on Christmas Eve nights to deliver food packages to the homeless in the area. He would show me what it meant to be a great person. He taught me many things about myself and many more things about how to build character. Even though he has done a great job raising me, I still had so much more to learn from him… unfortunately, my 8-year-old sister still had way more to learn from him and way more time needed from him. This fundraiser is to help my family cover as much as they can with costs relating to the passing of my dad.