Funeral

A child worst nightmare, The most scariest dream that once was always in the back of my head...That day has come, my daddy is no longer here, I can’t call him, I can’t hear his voice, I can’t see him anymore....Someone robed him from my family & me, My children no longer have their tata, my mom no longer has her husband...& we no longer have a dad.....To those who knew him knew how loving he was, how he would consider everyone’s well being, to the point where he lost his life by defending someone else’s...My daddy was unfortunately killed by someone Friday June 14th. We found him On Father’s Day....Sunday 16th....He’s lived in Nogales Mexico...My mother & I can’t see him because of our status..We ask dearly, with our heart in our hands, if you can please donate a tiny grain of sand.....So that we can cremate him & finally bring him home......My daddy was deported 4 years ago, the borders divided us...Now he’s even further...All we ask for is a proper memorial and to have his ashes here at home....Like he always wanted....from the bottom of our hearts we are thankful.