My dad, was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic melanoma cancer on 10/9/24 and our entire Family was shocked over the news. With the unfortunate diagnoses, he never lost hope. He vowed to give it his all, and even after the hospitals failed attempts at cancer treatment, he still fought with trying a less than conventional route. He started to look better and feel better, but in the last few days before his passing, he quickly took a turn for the worst. We lost many years we potentially had coming, but it was God’s will to call him home. 
 

To know him, is to love him. He was the kind of man that was very protective over his family, and once you were in his family, (blood or not) you were treated like nobody else would treat you. The amount of love and compassion he shared was infinite. Family aside, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for a stranger that asked for his help. He wasn’t the kind of man to ask for help because he could always find a way to get it done, even though it was probably a job for 3 people. To help him, you had to just catch him in the act and jump in because he just wasn’t built that way. He was a special breed that is becoming more rare to find. 
 

He probably wouldn’t want me to make this, but unfortunately my parents weren’t very wealthy, and the income is limited. If you can donate, I ask you to please do so, but if you can’t, I ask for your prayers. Our family needs all of the prayers we can get during this painful time, and he needs prayers to make sure he can get into heaven. 
 

Thank you for reading, 

Matthew cart.