Help With Mark T. Fields Sr. Burial
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My name is Markera Fields, I am the oldest daughter of Mark T. Fields. I
come from a family of 8. In 2004 my family situation was far from perfect but our family was whole and we all were together. Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst on November 6, 2004 when I woke up and found my 3 year old brother dead in his room. That was just the beginning of the storm. Not only was I in disbelief and grieving from this loss, I had to watch my parents suffer also. I can't even begin to imagine the pain of losing a child, but that pain drove them into a depression and as a result their drug addiction got worse and worse. It got to the point where we had no home. We just went from one grandmoms house to the next when they would have us. At that time I was 14 years old waiting for my 15th birthday on March 4th. I used to tell myself things can't get any worse than this and then life showed me it always can get alittle worse. On March 3, 2010 I was in school and the Question of the day was "What would you do without your mother?" I had no answer for that. I never pictured life without her. I always thought she'd at least be around long enough to meet her grandchildren. When I came to my grandmothers house after school I had a rude awakening. I found my mother lying on her side with my picture in her hand and she was dead. She overdosed on pills. The question of the day became my reality. What was I going to do without my mother...... I had no choice but to keep on going, but I had to watch my father go through the pain of losing his first son Mark T. Fields, Jr. and the love of his life. Over the years me and my father had many talks about him changing for us but he just wasn't able to heal mentally and emotionally. His coping method was pills and if anything I always thought I might lose him the same way I lost my mother. On New Year's Day 2017 at 4:30 am I received numerous phone calls from family telling me that my father was murderd. He died from a gunshot to the neck and chest at the age of 41. My father was far from perfect but he was everything to me and my siblings. He leaves behind 5 children and 3 grand children. Unfortunately he did not have life insurance so we are struggling to pay for his funeral. It would mean the world to us if you could help us give our father a proper burial. Anything you can donate will be greatly appreciated!
come from a family of 8. In 2004 my family situation was far from perfect but our family was whole and we all were together. Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst on November 6, 2004 when I woke up and found my 3 year old brother dead in his room. That was just the beginning of the storm. Not only was I in disbelief and grieving from this loss, I had to watch my parents suffer also. I can't even begin to imagine the pain of losing a child, but that pain drove them into a depression and as a result their drug addiction got worse and worse. It got to the point where we had no home. We just went from one grandmoms house to the next when they would have us. At that time I was 14 years old waiting for my 15th birthday on March 4th. I used to tell myself things can't get any worse than this and then life showed me it always can get alittle worse. On March 3, 2010 I was in school and the Question of the day was "What would you do without your mother?" I had no answer for that. I never pictured life without her. I always thought she'd at least be around long enough to meet her grandchildren. When I came to my grandmothers house after school I had a rude awakening. I found my mother lying on her side with my picture in her hand and she was dead. She overdosed on pills. The question of the day became my reality. What was I going to do without my mother...... I had no choice but to keep on going, but I had to watch my father go through the pain of losing his first son Mark T. Fields, Jr. and the love of his life. Over the years me and my father had many talks about him changing for us but he just wasn't able to heal mentally and emotionally. His coping method was pills and if anything I always thought I might lose him the same way I lost my mother. On New Year's Day 2017 at 4:30 am I received numerous phone calls from family telling me that my father was murderd. He died from a gunshot to the neck and chest at the age of 41. My father was far from perfect but he was everything to me and my siblings. He leaves behind 5 children and 3 grand children. Unfortunately he did not have life insurance so we are struggling to pay for his funeral. It would mean the world to us if you could help us give our father a proper burial. Anything you can donate will be greatly appreciated!Organizer
Markera Fields
Organizer
Philadelphia, PA
