Help me put my brother to rest
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My eldest brother, Micheal David Bennett, passed away on or near July 4th, 2020. He was near homeless and didn't have any assets. It has fallen on me to pay to take care of funeral arrangements. I could allow the city to take him, but I feel that he should be near our mother, Lenne Ann, who died in 2009, and my other brother, Timothy, who died in 2011. I, however, am on disability and have few assets myself.
I am asking for help in paying for his retrieval, funeral expenses and what travel I need to pay for in taking care of this matter. I am asking for $2500, which may be more than I need, but I simply do not know. I do know that the longer it takes me to raise this money, the more expensive it will be. Whatever I have at the end, I will either give to his decedents or to a charity to help the homeless and drug addicted.
About Mike, I can say this. He taught me to play chess, a passion we both cultivated for many years. I remember the day I beat him the first time, the look of both shock and pride on his face.
He was also an amazing cook. I remember seeing him working at a restaurant in San Mateo when I was in my teens. He was one of those guys that could flip two omelets, one with each hand holding a skillet, and not drop ether one. He could take the ingredients laying around in a fridge and turn it into something amazing.
He was an avid sports fan and would read the entire sports section of a news paper. His love was in all sports of any kind.
Micheal at one point many years ago chose to live homeless in San Francisco. Our family tried to help him but it was his choice. Even when things got tough for him, and they were tough, he still showed his compassion. He once told me a story about how he knew a fellow homeless man who had no legs. My brother, misguided though it was, stole a wheel chair from a hospital so his friend would have a way to get around. Another story of his compassion was once he was hiking with his friends. One of his friends was going blind and it would be the last time his friend would be able to see the beauty of the Sierra mountains. As they walked, my brothers friend lost his glasses in a stream that was below them several feet. My brother, without hesitation, jumped into the ice water and retrieved his friends glasses, cutting himself pretty badly when he landed.
Mike had a complicated life with lots of tragedy. He was with my Uncle Ronald when he passed of a heart attack in 1980. He missed the death and funerals of both my mother and my other brother. He had a complicated relationship with every member of our family. But we all still love him, despite his many flaws.
Please help us keep Micheals memory alive. I thank you for your time.
Chris
I am asking for help in paying for his retrieval, funeral expenses and what travel I need to pay for in taking care of this matter. I am asking for $2500, which may be more than I need, but I simply do not know. I do know that the longer it takes me to raise this money, the more expensive it will be. Whatever I have at the end, I will either give to his decedents or to a charity to help the homeless and drug addicted.
About Mike, I can say this. He taught me to play chess, a passion we both cultivated for many years. I remember the day I beat him the first time, the look of both shock and pride on his face.
He was also an amazing cook. I remember seeing him working at a restaurant in San Mateo when I was in my teens. He was one of those guys that could flip two omelets, one with each hand holding a skillet, and not drop ether one. He could take the ingredients laying around in a fridge and turn it into something amazing.
He was an avid sports fan and would read the entire sports section of a news paper. His love was in all sports of any kind.
Micheal at one point many years ago chose to live homeless in San Francisco. Our family tried to help him but it was his choice. Even when things got tough for him, and they were tough, he still showed his compassion. He once told me a story about how he knew a fellow homeless man who had no legs. My brother, misguided though it was, stole a wheel chair from a hospital so his friend would have a way to get around. Another story of his compassion was once he was hiking with his friends. One of his friends was going blind and it would be the last time his friend would be able to see the beauty of the Sierra mountains. As they walked, my brothers friend lost his glasses in a stream that was below them several feet. My brother, without hesitation, jumped into the ice water and retrieved his friends glasses, cutting himself pretty badly when he landed.
Mike had a complicated life with lots of tragedy. He was with my Uncle Ronald when he passed of a heart attack in 1980. He missed the death and funerals of both my mother and my other brother. He had a complicated relationship with every member of our family. But we all still love him, despite his many flaws.
Please help us keep Micheals memory alive. I thank you for your time.
Chris
Organizador
Christopher Bennett
Organizador
Santa Cruz, CA