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Adopt Kaleb

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He is 3 today March 8, 2017. We are watching the snow come down together. I do not know what he is thinking but I am thinking of the Mamma he has lost. The Sister my Son has lost. The only Daughter my Husband and I have, lost. A beautiful, brave, honest, loving person. As a young child she was exceptionally smart. She enjoyed ballet classes, she won a first-place metal in the Children's parade. She was a superstar and MVP (most valuable player) of her Elementary School Softball Team. She was a member of the Young Eagles Club of America, and took several flights in Cessna Planes. She was always in the No Cavity Club at the dentist. She loved Camping, Horseback Riding, Swimming, and having fun in general. She was on the Honor Roll in Jr High. And very good on the Track Team. In High School she was a social butterfly who maintained the Honor Roll while being on the Volleyball Team and the School Newspaper. She volunteered in her community playing a victim for the City's Emergency Management, Fire Department and CERT (Community Emergency Response Team) when they had training drills. She volunteered to coach Special Olympics. She planted trees with the County Ecology Department. She modeled for Paws Action Guide Magazine. She once said the best years of her life were when she was on the Hazen High School Drill Team. She helped her team advance all the way to win State Competition. She was so full of joy. We were all so proud of the young lady she was becoming. So very proud. She was a huge help at home as well. A true asset to the family. A "favorite" among extended family. She even got a part-time after-school job where she met a guy that made her feel new exciting things she never felt before. She also broke some Heritage barriers, one of which was that she was the first in her lineage to graduate High School, though her secret struggles had begun. The next four years were dark. No more Drill Team, no more school friends all day everyday, and the legal freedom to do what she wanted without parental permission. She made her guy the focus of her life. She gave everything she had to make this guy happy. This guy was a drug addict. This guy and drugs tore her down, broke her spirit, and was sucking the very life out of her. She tried from time to time to break away from this guy and the drugs. But she was both very afraid of him and addicted to him and addicted to his drugs and addicted to the hope that things could get better. He convinced her that if they just had a baby their financial problems would be fixed by a welfare check, and once the financial problem we're fixed there would be no more relationship problems because the fights they had were because they were homeless jobless and both addicted to drugs and never had enough money . So she got pregnant. He went to jail again and she didn't want to live alone in a car with broken windows in the middle of winter in the snow. She swallowed her Pride and moved back home. She kicked the drugs and prepare to be the best Mamma she could be. I remember teaching her how to crochet like my Grandma Goose taught me. I had hope for her again as I watched her lovingly crochet her baby a blanky. I held her hand as her baby boy came into this world, three years ago today. How she loved her baby. She was a doting Mother. And determined to be the best Mamma ever. After the baby was a few months old she went to PIMA Medical School and got her CMA (Registered Medical Assist Certificate). Got a reliable SUV. She even started attending Church with the family. She was back on track. The guy got out of jail denied being the Father and abandoned her. But she was so determined to make her new family life work. DNA test proved he was the Father. She would frequently go try to make it work with him. See if he was really changing for the better. And being the good Mamma she was, she would leave her precious baby boy home with Nana, Popop and Uncle Casey where she knew he was safe, healthy and loved. She would try to make a home and family to bring her baby to. For the next 2 years she put her all into this. The darkness thickened. In August 2016 she went through and Inpatient Treatment for addiction. Graduated the Extended Program and moved in with her Grandmother. She went to Parenting Classes and was doing meetings for Narcotics Anonymous. She qualified for Housing Assistance. Then six weeks ago her Grandmother (my Mother) died. Not wanting to move home (3 hours away from the supports she had in place), she moved in with her Auntie and Uncle and bravely continued to move forward by actively searching for apartments. She had a job lined up and was cleaning up her court stuff. She was closer to getting her Son back. But, she was so determined to give her Son a perfect home. Which to her meant the same as she had. A loving Father and Mother happily together. She hid that she was still seeing and fighting with the guy and his way of life. The day before yesterday, Monday March 6th after having a happy conversation on the phone with her Auntie who was at work on her lunch break, she made herself a sandwich and cup of coffee, went in her room and locked the door. She gave everything she had to be a good Mama, to fight the darkness. She got out her Bible books, her NA book, her Sobriety Coins, her Autograph Book from treatment. She had them all on her bed with her but she just could not break away. She "shot up" for what turned out to be the last time. As she fell forward toward her pillow she died. Twenty-five Years Old. Two days before her Son's birthday, Heroin killed her. About four hours later when her Uncle got home all was quiet and he thought she was not home. About another four to five hours later when her Auntie and Uncle were about to go to bed, they went to feed her dead Grandmother's cat living in that bedroom. That is when they discovered the door was locked from the inside and notice the light was on. Her Auntie went outside to look in the bedroom window and saw her bare feet on the bed. Her Uncle broke the bedroom door in to get to her but it was nearly nine hours too late. She was cold, blue, stiff and still clutching the syringe. Nine-one-one insisted she be rolled over to check her chest for breathing. She was not. Her face was purple from lividity her tongue swollen so big it was partially sticking out of her mouth that had leaked fluids. The Medics rushed in and stopped abruptly when they saw her, instantly backing out so as to not disturb the scene. She was very clearly gone. The Sheriff guarded the room for the next five hours while her Auntie and Uncle, Son, Brother, Father and I, (her Mom) waited in the front room with the Chaplain for the Medical Examiner to come. Her Father went in to see her. He had to. He immediately regretted it. The Chaplain gave me a handmade quilt to give to my Daughter, the Sheriff covered my Daughter with this baby size blanket so that her Son could keep "Mama's last blanky". The Medical Examiner got there about 3:30 a.m., investigated the scene and examined the body. After giving the Sheriff his report right there on the sofa in front of us all, ( pulimanary cause of death accidental overdose , lividity on both the front and back consistent with being turned over, time of death between 1:30pm and 5:30pm ) The Medical Examiner turned to us and warned us we might want to leave the room because her body was stiff with her arms out and as they dragged her in a body bag to the front door where the gurney was she may bump the walls and furniture and it could be disturbing for family to watch. We all left the room but her Father went back in to soon. He saw the full the body bag outside on the ground just before the Medical Examiner and the Sheriff lifted her onto the gurney and wheeled her to the street in the snow. Her Brother and I went to her to say our goodbyes knowing she could not hear us. Her Brother went back inside and I promise her I would take care of her Son as best I could. Her Father came outside and we held each other as we watched the Medical Examiner load the gurney into the back of his truck and drive away into the night with our daughter CHELCEE JO ALLEN.



Please share with as many as you can as time is of the essence to terminate "that guys" parental rights and adopt this little bundle of joy.

Funds raised will go toward:
Home study  $850  
--  will need pre homestudy and post home study
FBI check $50 per each adult in home 
Attourny to TPR $3000 retainer plus costs
Court fees $250
and the list goes on...


Please help us keep Baby Kaleb safe from "that guy" whose criminal arrest record includes:
damage only -driver duty
no valid operator licenses
(multiple counts)
driving while license suspended
(multiple counts)
controlled substance no prescription-felony
(multiple counts)
criminal solicitation
(multiple counts)
use/deliver drug paraphernalia
false statement to public servant
possession of drug paraphernalia
(multiple counts)
criminal trespass 2nd degree
criminal trespass 1st degree
possession of dangerous weapon
making or having burglary tools
possession of stolen property
(multiple counts)
theft 3
physical assult 
violation of anti-harassment order
and thats just what he got caught at...

We are asking for the help because my huspand was physically disabled on the job several years ago and after mutipal back surgeries and now recieves a minimal pension from Labor and Industries (workers comp) and Social Security Disability,  I care for our adult son who I have guardianship of do to his cognitive disabilities and this toddler, so I can not work outside the home as daycare for both would cost more than I could make. 

Every little bit helps,  Even $5 or $10, it all adds up. 
Thank you so very much for your support.

Organizer

Crissy Allen
Organizer
Renton, WA

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