Mario Lucero’s funeral & travel expenses

My name is Ignacia Lucero. It’s with a heavy and broken heart that I write this. Yesterday evening my mom and I were called by some family members and we rushed to the scene not knowing we would find my grandpa under a yellow tarp and his bike broken in half. It was a hit and run. My family is destroyed. My abuelito, Mario Lucero, was a hardworking, sweet, old man. He rode his bike to work everyday. My family needs help to raise money for the costs of transporting him to his home in Oaxaca, Mexico. Please if you can help with anything at all. He was so loved by all who knew him and now we have to bury him right as Christmas was around the corner. Anything helps. Thankyou. 

Me llamo Ignacia Lucero. Es con un corazón pesado y quebrado que escribo esto. Ayer en la tarde my mamá y yo recibimos una llamada de familiares y nos apresuramos a la escena sin saber qué encontraríamos a mi abuelito bajo una lona amarilla. Mi familia está destruida. Mi abuelito, Mario Lucero, era un hombre trabajador y amable. El manejaba su bicicleta al trabajo todos los días. Mi familia necesita ayuda a juntar el dinero para los gastos de transportarlo a su hogar en Oaxaca, Mexico. Porfavor si pueden ayudar con lo que puedan. Era tan amado por todos los que lo conocían y ahora lo tenemos que enterrar justo antes de Navidad. Cualquier cantidad nos ayuda. Gracias.