Dad's Funeral

Sometime during the afternoon of December 6th, the man I knew I could always turn to, the man I lived to make proud, took his life. 

None of us close to him knew he was struggling and our world is upside down, filled with profound grief, fear, guilt,  and confusion. 

Trying to take care of the practical next steps is overwhelming and costly. 

If you have anything to give, please consider donating to this fund to help cover the costs of cremation, a memorial service, and flights to the east coast, where my dad's parents and brother are buried. 

He was my protector, my endless well of wisdom, and model of compassion and kindness. I love you, dad. So much.