This is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I am the one who always helps,  i don’t even know how to ask for it. A few days ago I lost the love of my life, my first born, the child that made me a mother. She was only barely 25 years old. She developed conditions a few years ago that we have battled together as a family, the struggle for survival was hard enough, the actual loss is a defeating, debilitating experience that cannot be rationalized ever.  No one could prepare for a moment like this, even if you tried, because there is no preparation enough ever. I did not exploit my situation because I did not want to have pity, instead, I shared minimal knowledge about it to be strong and hopeful. Regardless of my efforts, the creator had a plan and chose to take my baby out of her pain and called her home. My baby was only a light to everyone she crossed, and spread love through all of her struggles. Asking for help is extremely hard, but needed in any way, humbly. Thank you for listening and any contribution you share to aid in the help of my daughter’s memorial in this time of grief. Blessings