Our story started many years ago back in high school, there was this HANDSOME young man that was sitting infront of my in US history. I would stair at the back of his perfectly highlighted head all during class. One day I got brave and wrote him a letter and waited till the end of class to hand it to him because I was so shy. Years later he told me he never read it because he lost it after he slid it into his book. Fate didn't want us to start the flame that day.

We kept going on with life till years till the lord brought us together in a flame of a bright light that lit up our lives. Quickly we moved in together and welcomed 2 beautiful boys together who we love more than anything and need support in many forms as a navigate through this loss. David is such a beautiful soul. I could never loose him in a Walmart because I'd hear him singing from the other side of the store. His voice was so beautiful and would carry across the store and sounded better than any music they had playing. I see SO much of him in our boys. Especially Caleb (our oldest). He looks so much like his dad which brings comfort along with sadness. He acts just like his dad too. He is so goofy, just like his dad. He randomly starts dancing while doing everyday activities with no music on. He was in Choir last school year and said he wanted to be an amazing singer just like his dad. When he did football, the team let them pick their numbers and he wanted to make his dad proud of him so he picked his dad's old number of 34.

Our youngest son, Noah, has all of his dads best qualities and one unfortunate one (his feet, David's words not mine❤️) but Noah told me yesterday that he LOVES his feet now because he got them from his daddy, I'm so proud of him. Noah would give his last piece of candy to a stranger, and did too many times to count. Noah can start up a conversation with a stranger and be friends before the conversation ends, just like his daddy. He would literally give someone the shirt off his back if they didn't have one, they wouldn't even have to ask, just like his daddy.

David actually saved Noah's life when he was 18 months old. There was an accident that had the appearance of choking but it was actually his throat spasming. When Noah's heart stopped from lack of oxygen, David immediately took over and started CPR and had his heart beating again by the time the ambulance arrived.

There is no word in the English language for the amount of pain we are feeling.

His family is need of help keeping us afloat during this time so we can take the time we need to heal from this unimaginable tragedy. We thank you for any donations you are able to make, and understand it's hard times and donations are not in everyone's budget, we would be beyond grateful for prayers instead. These beautiful boys could really use prayers to bring peace and understanding to their hearts. Prayers to not let their faith in the lord to falter or fade because of all the memories they never got to make and to have faith and trust in Gods plan for their daddy is bigger than any plans they had. I really need prayers to give me the strength to be everything these boys need me to be and not get lost in my own grief.