On May 25, 2025, our beloved 89-year-old grandmother lost everything in a devastating house fire.

This wasn’t just a house—it was a home filled with love, memories, and warmth. It was a place where everyone was welcomed with open arms. My grandmother is the kind of person who would give her last bottle of water, her last plate of food, or her warm bed to make sure others felt safe and cared for.

You could feel the love as soon as you walked through the door. Her home was a sanctuary not just for our family, but for anyone in need of kindness and comfort.

Now, she needs our help.