I am my dads first born child and the definition of a daddy’s girl. My parents divorced when I was in grade school but he ALWAYS MADE SURE TO BE THERE FOR ME. He’s been battling with countless medical conditions from having heart attacks to liver failure as well as depression and suicidal thoughts/attempts. I live in San Francisco, California and he moved to the Philippines many years ago after he lost his job with Northwest Airlines. I’ve been busting my behind to work multiple jobs to be able to send him money for food as well as trying to get my dental hygiene license so that I’d be able to support him in the PI and eventually move him back to San Francisco with me. I just got news on May 5, 2018 first thing in the morning that he was found in his home no longer alive. I was his pride and joy and expressed it to everyone he came across. He set the standard high for the type of man a women should look for in a partner. Living in SF, we all know that the cost of living is ridiculous. I chose to starve so that my rent could be paid and that I could send him money to eat. Within the last year, he lived in the Philippines with no electricity and water which I know didn’t help his condition (trying to handle utilities from overseas is extremely hard). Over the past few hours,  I contemplated  if  I should start this GoFundMe.  I decided to put my pride aside and ask help from those who have experienced what I’m currently going through as well as  hoping that there are good hearted people that want to help a now fatherless child who just lost their dad as you only get one. I sat and cried earlier that he will not be walking me down the isle nor will he ever experience the joys of being a grandfather. It lastly kills me he won’t see me cross the stage one day when I graduate from dental school (which too he bragged about to people and was extremely supportive about).  Knowing that I will no longer be getting phone calls and hearing his voice is what kills me the most. As this is so unexpected, flying to the Philippines is something that I can’t afford as well as paying for his cremation and making sure my rent is paid. I’m so embarrassed to beg for help from my family, friends, and those with kind hearts to help me bring my dad home so I can be at peace. I’ve been listening to the voicemails that he  has left me on my phone over the past year all day. I NEED MY DAD WITH ME.  It would mean the world to bring him home. It pained me that at his lowest points of wanting to commit suicide that he expressed  I WAS HIS ONLY REASON he never pushed to do it.  Everyone expressed that he was just a burden but he was MY EVERYTHING. I’m begging for any donations  from anyone who can help me bring my dad back home to be with me. Any size donation small or large will help me out more than you know.  Any donations I get that I will one day return the favor to everyone once I finish dental school. Please, help me bring my dad home.