My beloved son Nyle peacefully transitioned on September 27th, 2025, at 3:52 am, surrounded by the comfort and love of home. He was only six years old, and those six years were the most precious and joyful of my life. Nyle was a true fighter—he overcame significant medical challenges with incredible bravery and determination. Despite everything he faced, he never lost his bright spirit, his laughter, or his love for life. His courage through every obstacle inspired everyone around him and showed a strength beyond his years. Losing him so suddenly has shattered my heart in a way I never imagined possible. I’m left with a deep emptiness and a hole that feels impossible to fill. The pain of losing my little boy is overwhelming, and though I try to understand, I know some things may never make sense.

Just two weeks after losing Nyle, I was involved in a serious accident when a drunk driver hit me, completely totaling my car. In that moment, my life flashed before my eyes, and the weight of everything felt unbearable. I’m trying to stay strong, just like Nyle was every day, but it feels like life is pulling me in every direction.

I’m reaching out because I know I need help. My job has reduced my hours due to my mental and physical health struggles, and I’m struggling to keep going. If you are able to donate or share my story, I would be deeply grateful. Thank you so much for your kindness and support during this incredibly difficult time.