Sean Humberson Funeral Expenses
Donation protected
With heavy hearts, we ask for your help. Sean Humberson, passed away suddenly, Friday, September 7th.
He leaves behind two wonderful daughters, Kayden and Kealli, their mother, Caitlin,, his mother, Donna, his brother, Billy, sister-in-law, Alysia, niece, Izabel and numerous family members and friends.
As you can imagine, the family is grieving right now and the last thing we want them to worry about is finances. Funeral expenses are only the beginning for this family.
Anyone who knew Sean, knows that he had a great sense of humor, a huge heart, and would help anyone who needed it. Please consider helping his family in their time of need.
Thank you,
Friends of the Humberson Family
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I give you this one thought to keep.
I am with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone.
I am with you still in each new dawn.
~Native American Poverb~
He leaves behind two wonderful daughters, Kayden and Kealli, their mother, Caitlin,, his mother, Donna, his brother, Billy, sister-in-law, Alysia, niece, Izabel and numerous family members and friends.
As you can imagine, the family is grieving right now and the last thing we want them to worry about is finances. Funeral expenses are only the beginning for this family.
Anyone who knew Sean, knows that he had a great sense of humor, a huge heart, and would help anyone who needed it. Please consider helping his family in their time of need.
Thank you,
Friends of the Humberson Family
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I give you this one thought to keep.
I am with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone.
I am with you still in each new dawn.
~Native American Poverb~
Organizer
Cindy Morrison
Organizer
Fernandina Beach, FL