Final Expenses For Jean Marc

On November 18th at around 2:20 am, my son, my baby, my heart, Jean-Marc, made the decision to end his life. I'm not 100% sure why. He left me no clues and no note other than to wake him up for work at 8am because he'd been called in early. This is somewhat of a mystery to me, but that detail doesn't matter. What does matter is that he felt hurt, alone, and desperate for it to end. As many of you know, my son and I were super close. He truly was never alone, yet somehow convinced himself that this was the best way to alleviate his pain. Today, I truly understand pain. I need to believe that he is at peace now. I desperately need to believe. My son was one of the good guys. He as always there with a patient ear or friendly advice. He was always willing to drop everything to help a friend in distress. Even when he was making minimum wage at a job he hated, he spent a good amount feeding the less fortunate. He was loved and still is. If you had the honor of getting to know him, even just a little bit, you know what I mean. The world is a lesser place today. Anyhow, I'm not insured for this kind of thing and several people asked if they could help. This seems cheap to meBut I just don't know what else to do. Anything raised over and above (if anything at all) will be used to provide support to anyone that needs it to prevent another child passing and another parent grieving.