Honoring Nosiah: A Mother's Plea for Help

— In Loving Memory of Nosiah Santos

My name is Lydia, and I am writing this with a broken heart. Today, May 30th, at 2:30 PM, my beautiful son Nosiah Santos was tragically taken from me in a senseless act of violence. He was only 17 years old. My baby—so full of life, love, and dreams—was killed in a crime of passion by someone he trusted.

Nosiah was the light of my life. He was kind, gentle, funny, and had the most loving soul. He was deeply loved by our entire family, especially by his three sisters and one brother. He was not just my son—he was my joy, my strength, and my everything. Nosiah had so much ahead of him, and now we are left holding only memories and aching hearts.

I never imagined I’d be planning my son’s funeral. I am asking, from one mother to another, for any support you can give to help lay my baby to rest with the dignity and love he deserves. Every donation will go toward funeral expenses and helping our family navigate this unbearable loss.

Thank you for your prayers, your kindness, and for helping us keep Nosiah’s memory alive.

With all my love,

Lydia