I wish I wasn’t here describing my family’s situation and how we’re in desperate need of everyone’s help and support, but it’s a reality I have to face.
We’ve had no choice but be forced to grip the aftermath of what is a an absolute nightmare.
On December 16th my mom entered our home and was the first to discover there had been a fire.
She was alone because my dad had already been admitted to the hospital the night before and my brother was at home unable to walk because of a foot injury. And I was at the airport coming back from Jamaica.
So we’re having an extreme emergency situation unfolding and every member of the family is scattered all over the place.
As a result of the fire, we are no longer able to live there. The house is filled with black ash covering all of our furniture and belongings.
We lost a parrot of over 15 years.
We have a dog still being treated for smoke inhalation and two more recovering at home.
As we are tending to what’s important. (My sick father & dog) we begin to believe that the worst is behind us. That we can begin to heal. To rebuild.
When the worst possible thing happens. We lose my father in the hospital. On December 23rd. With such a difficult year, the holiday season was supposed to bring joy, relief, happiness & peace But instead we had to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas grieving, mourning and just simply trying to understand why any of this could possibly happen.
We have a lot going on and only so much we are able to do without help. My mom has her own auto immune condition that severely limits her physical and mental capabilities and cannot conduct under high stress which makes her unable to continue managing the family gutter business for the time being.
This relief serves to aid us during this difficult time with stuff like:
- Funeral arrangements
- Hospital bills.
- Our living situation
- Financial support
- Food + Water
- Misc. Necessities
- Replacing important belongings