Gorny Family Funeral Endowment
In June 2016 after a hopeful 7 month battle with Endometrial Cancer; the condition of my mother, Anastasia (Bonnie) Gorny took a sharp and unexpected turn for the worse. She passed away on July 8th leaving four surviving sons and husband, Roman. With intense devastation, our family has gone through the process of laying her to rest, while attempting to rebuild some form of structure to keep our family together through this loss.
Just under four months later, on October 27th 2016 my brother Jacob and I found our father Roman (Norman) Gorny unresponsive in his bedroom. The medical examiner result was that he died of natural causes. We dont know how or why he passed, as both he and our mother were in excellent health. My father loved my mother very much.
Our family and lives have been completely ripped apart, and while we are painfully making an attempt to sort affairs and hold onto eachother, we have been overpowered by the financial burden.
The expenses for both my mother and fathers funerals will exceed $25,000. I have no expectation we will reach this goal - but my brothers and I would be eternally thankful for ANY contribution - be it financial, food, prayer, or just kind words of encouragement. We are a family of strong personal faith in addition to being honest, hardworking, and compassionate actors in our community.
I have setup this fund so that those who are financially able, willing, and want to help us have a route to do so. Please, help us. Thank you for reading.
John, Jacob, Andrew and Chris
Jacob was in the midst of a career-change and move to Texas when all this started, Andrew dropped everything and came back home from Sacramento, Chris was by and large dependent on our mother, and I effectively stopped working in order to help and support her. I created this campaign in the midst of a hopeless cloud that had shocked me (Surely all my brothers as well) to the core. We had been brutally battered about physically, financially, emotionally, and spiritually to the core prior to the death of our father.
Having nursed our mother to her final resting in the four months preceding her passing, we were exhausted to say the least. When the doctors tell you that they will keep you as comfortable as possible, they don’t mean that the process is in any way comfortable. Sparing the details, Cancer is a brutal, cruel, and unforgiving disease that cares not about your deeds or misdeeds in life, your level of faith in the supreme being, your goodwill toward others or your adherence to that which gives life. Imperfect as I am in my own life, I have always directed my moral compass in action by this simple principle – that which gives life is good, and that which gives death is evil.
After my Fathers sudden passing away a few weeks ago, it became clear to me that a dark cloud had surrounded us all and was threatening our existence as a family and perhaps even our own survival. I have not tried to explain this to myself or anyone else why it might be, but what I did know was that we were in trouble and needed help. With some friends asking me what they could do to help, I created this campaign from the mast of a surely sinking ship. In that dark state, I had no idea or conception of the vast amount of support that would come, but I am humbled even more and eternally thankful for it.
Life moving forward will be difficult, it has already been irreversibly changed and we will never be the same. Thanks to your support however, our ship is no longer sinking and we now have the ability to get to shore to begin the process of rebuilding our lives in a deliberate way – and slowly but surely, we WILL reach the shore. From that solid footing, we can then keep an eye out for others who may be hurting or suffering to offer what we can to help. Not only is it our debt, but it is also the nature of all of us as human beings - to help live.
For those of you who contributed to our campaign financially, to those of you who spontaneously turned up to bring us home-cooked meals and snacks, to our employers who allowed us to come back to work, for all the kind words and prayers, warm hugs, and cold beers to support us and spread your love. Sincerely, Thank You. We will never forget it!
John Seraphim Gorny
Just a word of thanks to friends near and far who have been so generous to us. Sometimes when the storm is subsiding and all is calm it turns out to just be the eye. I am personally very grateful for the concern and prayer all of you have shared with us.
From St. Romanos choir Jakarta with love in Christ.
My deepest sympathies to you and your family, Andrew. Much love to you all.