My name is Destiny Lancaster, and I am sharing my story because my heart, my life and my entire world was built around one tiny, perfect baby boy- my son, Bohdie Ashton Reid Lancaster. I am fighting every single day to survive the unimaginable, to heal from trauma no mother should ever have to endure, and to seek justice for the baby who made me a mother. 
This is not just a fundraiser. this is a mothers plea for strength, support, and justice.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant, Bohdie became the center of my universe. He was my peace, my purpose, my reason to breathe. Once he arrived and I held him, his little hands wrapped around my finger like he was holding on to my soul. His smile could stop every storm inside me. I loved him with a depth I didn't even know existed until he arrived. 
Every morning, I woke up to his face. Every night, I fell asleep knowing he was safe in my arms. He was my sweet smexccy man, my sunshine, my everything.
And then, in one moment, everything was taken...
On June 17th, my life took a turn I never could have imagined. I was picked up by Leake County officers on a warrant based on lies I had in Tallahatchie County- lies made by someone I once trusted. I remember being scared, confused and ripped away from my sweet man when he needed me most.
My last call home to check on him I tried to calm him with my voice as we both cried, once the call ended I cried myself to sleep thinking that the faster I went to sleep, the faster I would wake up in order to get transferred and get a step closer to getting home to my baby. All I wanted was to be able to hold him, comfort him and protect him.
As I laid down that night, I had no idea that my baby was fighting for his life.
On June 18th,
Around 8 am, I made a call home again just to check on Bohdie, hoping to hear that he was okay and just gassy the night before. Instead, that call shattered my world. I was told he had been rushed to the ER .... then transferred to the Batson Children's Hospital in Jackson..... bleeding on the brain.... unable to breathe on his own.
I wasn't there to hold him... I wasn't there to comfort him... I wasn't there to protect him...
That's a pain that will live in me forever.
When I reached Tallahatchie County for the warrant, I was able to go before the judge. She lowered my bond enough for me to be able to make bond, so that I could be with my son. Which I'll forever be grateful for that small mercy, because I had no idea how little time I had left with my baby.
When I finally reached the hospital later that afternoon, the doctor asked me to give a recorded statement. I agreed immediately- told him anything to help y'all, help my baby. In the statement, we went through every bruise, every fracture, every injury on my baby's tiny body. Once we were done, he informed me that it was definitely not from a fall, it was a form of abuse. I felt the world collapse beneath me.
I was given the okay by him and my sons nurse to leave so that I could gather clothes and things in order to stay by his side, until we were able to leave. when I returned the morning of June 19th, the hospital told me they were preparing to arrest the man responsible - Robert Tanner Pigg (the man I saw as his dad, the one that stepped up when he didn't have to)
Even then, while I was breaking on the inside, I had to endure hostility from his family- in the hospital, while my baby was dying. I stood there alone, grieving, terrified, lost and trying to be strong for my sweet man.
On June 21st, they explained the Brain Death Test and asked if I would like to watch them perform it. I refused to watch the first one. On June 22nd, they performed the second one. As they went down the list, my heart sank more and more as I had to hear "unresponsive" over and over until they were finished, that's when they declared my baby boy brain dead.
I felt my soul leave my body....I felt my heart shatter in a way that'll never fully heal... i held his tiny hand and begged God to take me instead.
No mother should ever have to say goodbye like that.
Robert Pigg is now facing capital murder charges. But the case has dragged on - delays, excuses, lawyers not showing up. Every court date forces me to relive the worst days of my life.
I am fighting for justice for Bohdie with every breath I have left.
I will not stop.
I will not give up.
My son deserves the truth to be heard.
Losing Bohdie didn't just break my heart- it broke my life. I am trying to rebuild from nothing while carrying grief, trauma, and the weight of a long legal battle.
I am raising funds to fix my vehicle in order to make it to court hearings and appointments, basic living expenses as I work to stabilize my life. I was going to raise money to help with his headstone as well, but I went to visit yesterday and was so thankful to see someone had already had one made and brought out there to him.
Bohdie Ashton Reid Lancaster, was only 3 months old, but he carried a light that felt bigger than life. He was so itty bitty and tiny, the kind of baby you could hold close and feel like the whole world fit in your arms, our bond was bigger than anything life could break. His bright blue eyes were always full of sweetness, curosity, and a softness that made eveery moment with him feel like a blessing.
He had the biggest cutest smile- one that stretched across his whole face and made his eyes sparkle. And he didn't just smile- he played. He would fall asleep with a tiny frown, then break into the sweetest smile, like he was dreaming of something warm and familiar. And every time i would reach for my phone to record it, he'd stop moving, as if those moments were sacred, meant to be lived and not recorded, for they were only for me to see. he was definitely my little trickster.
He loved his paci, loved being held, and loved the sound of my voice. When I would call him "mommas smexxccyyy man" he would light up with a grin so big it felt like sunshine breaking through the clouds. When I sang to him- even if it was silly or off- key- he would look at me like it was his favorite sound in the world. Even though his time here was short, Bohdie changed me forever. He taught me what unconditional love feels like. he taught me how powerful a tiny smile could be. he taught me how deeply a mother can love- and how deeply she could hurt. His love was small in size, but endless in its echo.
His memory will forever be stitched into my heart for he was my itty-bitty boy with a love to big for this earth.
And his light will never fade.
I am asking for help because I cannot walk this road alone. Your support helps me keep going when the grief feels too heavy. It helps me stand in court and fight for the little boy who changed my life forever.
Every donation, every prayer, every share, every kind word, brings me one more step closer to justice for Bohdie, healing from trauma, and rebuilding.
Thank you for reading my story, for standing with me, and helping me through the darkest chapter of my life. My baby boy deserved the world, and I will spend the rest of my life fighting for him. He was my reason then; and he's my reason now; 
