Please Help Me Rebuild My Life After Losing My Precious Mama

My name is Debbie Duncan, and I’m reaching out with the heaviest heart I’ve ever carried.

On May 17th, I lost my beloved mama, Carol Ann Duncan. And with her, I lost the truest, most beautiful love I’ve ever known. She wasn’t just my mother — she was my best friend, my comfort, my safe place. She was my home.

The love my mama had for me was deep, unconditional, and constant. And the love I have for her is forever — it lives in every breath I take, in every tear I cry, in every quiet moment when I reach for her and remember she’s no longer here.

I was blessed to be her full-time caregiver these past few years. As her memory began to gently slip away, I stayed by her side with all the love in my heart. I cared for her with tenderness, with patience, with gratitude — because being there for her was the most meaningful thing I’ve ever done. She gave me her love every day of my life, and I gave mine to her fully in return.

And now… I don’t know how to live in a world without her.

I’m not just grieving — I’m struggling to survive.

I have no income, no job, no transportation, and I’m fighting to keep the only home I have left.

When I turned to family, hoping for comfort, I was met with silence. That heartbreak only made this loss harder. It showed me that the only true family I had in this world was my mama. And now I’m alone.

Please hear my heart:

I’m not asking for handouts. I’m asking for help — a hand to hold while I try to stand again.

This isn’t easy for me. I was raised to be strong, to work hard, to be self-sufficient. But losing my mama has broken me in ways I never imagined. I cry every day. I feel like a part of me is missing. I’m doing everything I can to stay afloat, but I’m in desperate need of help just to make it through this dark time.

Every donation will go directly to housing, food, and basic needs while I try to rebuild my life without her.

If you’ve ever known a love like the one I had with my mama, then you understand this kind of grief — the kind that lingers, the kind that knocks the wind out of you, the kind that leaves you reaching out into the silence for something that’s no longer there.

I’m trying to move forward with grace.

I’m trying to hold onto hope.

And I’m trying to honor her by continuing on— even when it hurts.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for listening to the cry in my heart.

And thank you for any help you can give.

With love,

Debbie Duncan

“A mother’s love is forever — woven into the very fabric of our souls.” – Unknown