On April 25, 2025, at approximately 7 AM, I found my son unresponsive. After multiple attempts to bring him back to us, God said he needed him more. His passing left a numbing hole in our hearts. We're confused and heartbroken.

To know my son was to love him. He was my firstborn, my birthday gift, my best friend, one of my three reasons to live.

As a mother, I never thought I'd feel the pain of burying my child. Children are supposed to bury their parents, not the other way around. I wish my baby could've had more time.

As we prepare for his homegoing, we are encountering hardships and unexpected extra expenses that are involved in his funeral arrangements. My family and I are asking if you could please donate anything you can, $1 or more, to help us honor my son who was a friend, a big brother, a father, a cousin, and an uncle. He touched so many people in this life, please help us transition him to the next one.