I'm holding down two jobs, and living from pay check to pay check in Florida. Only through the generosity of friends and family who supplimented what savings I had, was I able to fly out to be at my son's bedside.
David remained in a coma and I was forced to return to Florida, to work long enough to finance a return.
On 25th of June, before I could return, David, my son, died. Mercifully, his father was with him. No parent should ever have to attend the funeral (Memorial Service) of a child, but that is what I'm here to ask once again, for help with from those who knew and loved David.