My mother was 70 years old when she passed away after a long and painful battle with severe dementia. To those who knew her, she was much more than her illness she was a woman of deep faith, immense sacrifice, and unconditional love.
Before I was born, doctors told my mother something no parent should ever have to hear. They told her that if she continued with the pregnancy, one of us would die either she would live and I would not, or I would live and she would not. Despite the fear, the risk, and the uncertainty, my mother made a decision rooted in pure selflessness. She chose to give me a chance at life, even if it meant risking her own.
Against all odds, we both survived.
That moment changed her forever. After losing children during childbirth in the past, my mother turned fully to God. She placed her life, my life, and her pain into His hands and became a devoted Christian from that day forward. Her faith was not quiet or occasional it was relentless. She prayed constantly, believed deeply, and trusted God through every hardship she faced.
I am 26 years old today because of her courage. I am here because she chose faith over fear.
My mother was one of the sweetest souls you could ever meet. She had a gentle heart and a caring spirit, and she would give whatever she had to help someone else. At the same time, if you upset her or got into an argument with her, she would absolutely talk your ear off no matter the time. Even if it was 2 a.m., she would make sure you heard her point. But what made her special was this: even when she was upset, she never stopped loving you. She never stopped caring for you. Her love did not change with emotion, it was constant.
Dementia slowly took pieces of her from us, but it never took away who she truly was. Even in her illness, the love she poured into her family, her faith, and especially into me, remained undeniable.
At this time, I am asking for help because my mother’s passing came suddenly, and I was not financially prepared for this loss. Life has been a little rocky for me, and I am still young and trying to find my footing. I recently began my career and was doing my best to get on my feet. I never imagined her death would come so soon. The cost of transporting her, along with funeral and burial arrangements, is more than I can manage alone.
This fundraiser is to honor her life, her sacrifice, and her memory. Any support whether through donations, prayers, or sharing this story means more than words can express. Thank you for taking the time to read about my mother and for helping us remember her not by how she passed, but by how powerfully she lived.
