Mason was just 12 years old when his life was tragically cut short due to hospital negligence. After being sick for two weeks, Mason was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, a sudden onset brought on by a combination him being sick the weeks prior and his age, a pubescent boy. So it was diagnosed in the ambulance ride to the hospital, he was in a DKA. A diabetic ketosis attack with a blood sugar of close to 800—a condition I never knew ran in his biological father’s family, as he surrendered his parental rights when Mason was just a baby. So when this happened, it was such a shock, but ii promised him we would be home sooner than he could know and we would just have to change a few things, that life would be grear still. Little did i know, within 48 hours Mason would code, due to the negligence of a well known hospital, that I as his mother, chose. A decision that kills me every second of every day. Mason was my second son, and we shared an incredibly close bond. He loved sewing, creating clay figures, and making plushies for his YouTube channel, Freddy’s World Production. His dream was to become a YouTube star one day, and he poured his heart into every project. He'd sit and sew plushies, make clay figures with incredible ease, loved painting, drawing, Cars the movie, Legos, playing Gorilla Tag and Five Nights At Freddy's.

Mason was autistic, and I always reminded him that this made him special. And he definitely knew how special he was. He had the kindest heart and never had a bad word to say about anyone—he even thought the word “stupid” was a swear. Mason would tell me he loved me a hundred times a day, and his absence has left a hole in our hearts that can never be filled. As a single mother who homeschooled Mason, we spent every moment together. His older brother, Eddie, misses him deeply, and our family is struggling to cope with this unimaginable loss. His last words to me, even intubated, were him trying soo hard to tell me he loved me as they were preparing to transport him for a liver transplant, as the code was very hard on his body, 8 whole minutes I begged God to please give me my baby boy back, and he did, for 3 more days. I watched my baby die 3 times. Mason passed at Boston Childrens Hospital on March 5th 2024. I want to thank the Dr's and nurses who pain stakingly ran around trying to save my son for over a day. Even though the Dr told me th3 second she met me that Mason wouldn't survive this, I kept positive, I told her NO, he was coming home with us. Sadly I was soo wrong. I left with the biggest hole in my heart, along with his big brother, bawling, carrying the guilt of a moody teenager, but he knows Mason loved him unconditionally and wanted to be just like him.

Mason deserved so much more, and I want to honor his memory by creating a special place where his friends and loved ones can visit, leave notes, and remember the joy he brought to our lives. Your support will help us give Mason the memorial he deserves and provide a place for all who loved him to hopefully someday find some comfort. As for now, each day is a struggle. Mother's aren't meant to bury their children.