I can’t believe I am here. That my family is here. That unlike last year, I’m not surprising the best dad on earth with a new van...I’m burying him. 

How did this happen? How could the Earth take my father away from my mother...the only person she trusted to care for her. 

After Saturday, we’ve had to come to the harsh reality we have NO plan and no idea where to start. 

I have said: “I’m lost” more times than I can count. 

My father has no insurance, no life insurance, no savings and no retirement. He has nothing. 

We are currently trying to: plan and fund a “Celebration of Life”, take care of everything through Clark’s Funeral home, re-open the 30 year family business and negotiate 24 hour care for my mother who: is unable to care for herself. She is mostly paralyzed, on insulin, has a colostomy bag and has been hospitalized bi-monthly for almost the entire year. It’s almost too much to type, or comprehend. She has more doctor’s appointments than anyone should ever have and we NEED help.

Anything is appreciated and will go into an account that will: serve Frank’s celebration, Carmen and the preschool. 

All our love, 
The McCullough’s