My son Nycholas passed away last night in a bad car accident. He was only 22 years old and still had a lot of life and things to do. I hate this and hate writing this. I hate this has happened, how it happened, when it happened; I could go on & on saying how much I hate that this happened. I feel like I’m still trying to believe it happened. But I know I have to accept it because a lot has to be done and I will update this and everyone once we have everything set up.

Nych had been staying in Rockford, IL with his friends and that is where this happened. We need to come up with the money to transport him from Rockford, IL to Peoria, IL along with the funeral cost because I was not prepared for this to happen right now, and I did not have anything set up. I really want to be able to bury him. If you can help by donating anything, my family and I would appreciate it more than we can put into words.

Anyone who ever met Nych loved him because Nych was Nych. Nych was such a happy person, always joking, and he always wanted everyone to be happy and laugh. He and I knocked heads a lot with me being his mom who was always telling him what to do, and he hated being told what to do ever since he was small. But I loved him with everything in me and I hate this happened, hate that his brothers and all of us are hurting so bad, and hate that God needed him more than us but I know I need to accept it.