Losing a parent is something no one is ever prepared for — but losing both before you’ve even had a chance to fully start your own life is a pain I never imagined I’d face. At 19, I lost my dad to a fentanyl overdose. Now, at 22, I’m standing here saying goodbye to my mom — my twin soul, my other half, and my best friend.

Charlene Heckerman was a beautiful, strong, vibrant woman. Her laugh could fill a room, her mouth could make a sailor blush, and she always stood up for people who couldn’t stand up for themselves. Before addiction took pieces of her away, she did everything she could to raise me and my brother and keep us safe. I like to believe I carry the best parts of her with me.

When life took a turn and she struggled, she made one of the hardest choices a mother could ever make — she let us go live with our dad because she wanted us safe, even though it broke her heart. That was her love. That was her strength.

Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. We had so much life left to share — memories to make, milestones to celebrate, grandkids she was supposed to meet. I wanted her to stay, but I also want her to finally have peace.

No child should ever have to decide whether to continue life‑saving measures for their parent. All I want is for my mom to rest without pain, without struggle, without the weight she carried for so long.

God gained another angel — one with fire, humor, and a heart that loved deeply. Mom, I hope you give them hell up there. Me and the boys love you more than words.

If you’re able to help with funeral costs and giving my mom the peaceful goodbye she deserves, it would mean more than I can ever express. Thank you for supporting us through the hardest chapter of our lives.

#LongLiveMyMomma