Hello everyone. My name is Ross Hudson. My brother's name is Fox and my mom's name is Georgia.

My dad, Stan Hudson, passed away unexpectedly on June 9th this year. My family is absolutely devastated. We're broken without him, a hole torn deeply in all of our hearts forever.

My dad was an amazing person. The number one thing he wanted to do in his life was help people. He was a fun-gi who loved to hunt mushrooms, collect Magic The Gathering cards, and support his family and community. He always had the best stories to tell, even if he told us over and over. How he got his first tattoo at 14 (Casper the Friendly Ghost), how he learned to drive, his years following The Grateful Dead on tour, and all of the adventures and places he had seen and the people he met. He took my family to see over half of the United States, campground after campground. We hiked in the Rockies in Colorado, hunted for rocks and agates and yooperlites at Lake Superior, stood beneathe the big skies in Montana, swam and got sunburnt on the shores down in Florida. He took us to every nook and cranny, every super cool, secret spot he knew.

He worked in health literacy, and was a professor, teaching it for over 20 years. He wanted everyone to get the care and love that they deserve. He wanted healthcare to be accessible to everyone, no matter where they came from, what they believe, or how much money they had. Even after getting laid off of his job in March of this year, he continued to go to conferences and speak to so many people about this mission. He helped out neighbors and friends, giving them rides and helping them get back up on their feet. He asked for nothing in return, no money, not even a thank you. He was always moving, you could never get him to sit down for longer than 20 minutes at a time. He would do things for people even when he wasn't feeling his best.

My dad was my hero. And I know he was so proud of me. In 2024, after years of heavy drinking, I pushed him to go to rehab. All it took was one word from me and off he went. He stayed off the alcohol since then, not a drop. I have never been so proud of someone. I've never seen someone work as hard as he did. And it was all for us, his family, so he could be here longer he said. But he only made it two years after, just two. He wanted to see me get married, I wanted him to be the one to walk me down the aisle. I wanted him to be there when I go back to film school and graduate, to be the first one to see the movies I'd make. He'd pitch me all these ideas and I wanted to make every single one of them. I have books and stories that I want to write, and I wanted him to read every word.

We'd stay up at night, he could never really sleep all that well, and we'd watch movies. Better Off Dead, Napoleon Dynamite, every single Star Wars - everything he grew up loving, he wanted me to love too. During quarantine, we watched every single Marvel movie in chronological order. He made us watch all of the ones that made him laugh the hardest, Spaceballs and Men In Tights. He watched anything we wanted to watch, too. All the action movies my mom loves, he'd sit and make fun of each and every one. We'd give anything for him to crack another joke. He loved to make us all laugh and groan

But my dad took care of everything for us. He paid all of the bills, kept track of the mortgage, went to the grocery store, fixed things when they broke, and kept up with everything we needed. So now we're lost. We have thousands of dollars in debt due at the end of this month with no way to pay it, a house that needs repairs and then to be sold, mouths to be fed and space to grieve. We need a lawyer to help us sort through everything left behind. The funeral has been completely covered and taken care of by a dear family friend who works in the business, a true expert, and we are forever grateful. All of the funds through here will go to my mom, brother, and my family. They'll cover all of the odds and ends we need to get things sorted and safe.

Every donation, no matter how small, means the world to me. Everyone who has already sent us money, thank you from the deepest place in my heart. And to everyone who chooses to donate, thank you as well. We can breathe easier because of all of you.

Everyone who donates, if you want, please reach out to me, Ross, on Instagram at @made.in.stardust and I'll send you stickers in the mail. My dad loved my art, and I want to share the things he loved too. I'll be making some morel stickers in his honor, they were his favorite to hunt.

Thank you all so much for reading. His memory will live on for as long as I can tell his stories. If nothing else, keep us in your hearts. Thank you.