Funeral expenses for my son
Donation protected
February 16, 2016 at 9:36 a.m. I received a phone call at work from my husband.
"Don't panic, but something has happened to Lil Shawn (our son)."
Me: What happened?
Husband: Don't know, just come home!
Me: Okay, I'm on my way.
As a mother what do you do? My motherly instincts automatically kicks in high gear. I say to myself, "Just call your son, if he answers then its not so bad."
1st call - no answer
2nd call- no answer
9:43 a.m. - A text notification appears on my phone from my son. I felt so relieved because I'm thinking he is okay because he just texted me back.
I opened the text and it read as follows:
"You calling him. He not here. He DEAD. Hahahahahahaha. One up on us."
At 9:43 Tuesday February 16, 2016 is when my heart stopped beating and began to bleed out. It was the worst day of my life.
It was the death of my son, my big baby. He was fatally shot to death in his back.
As I sit here, as the tears roll off my face, and as my heart continues to bleed out. I am asking for help in the funeral services to lay my son to rest.
This is one of the most painful feelings in the world. Right now, I wouldn't think twice about swtiching spots with him!
If you can find it in your hearts to donate any amount it will help me send my big baby back home to the pearly gates of heaven.
He is resting now but my loss will never go away and it pains me not to be financially stable enough to pay for his home going services
EVERY donation, no matter how much, PRAYERS included I will hold dear to my heart.
Thank you so much
Bridget
"Don't panic, but something has happened to Lil Shawn (our son)."
Me: What happened?
Husband: Don't know, just come home!
Me: Okay, I'm on my way.
As a mother what do you do? My motherly instincts automatically kicks in high gear. I say to myself, "Just call your son, if he answers then its not so bad."
1st call - no answer
2nd call- no answer
9:43 a.m. - A text notification appears on my phone from my son. I felt so relieved because I'm thinking he is okay because he just texted me back.
I opened the text and it read as follows:
"You calling him. He not here. He DEAD. Hahahahahahaha. One up on us."
At 9:43 Tuesday February 16, 2016 is when my heart stopped beating and began to bleed out. It was the worst day of my life.
It was the death of my son, my big baby. He was fatally shot to death in his back.
As I sit here, as the tears roll off my face, and as my heart continues to bleed out. I am asking for help in the funeral services to lay my son to rest.
This is one of the most painful feelings in the world. Right now, I wouldn't think twice about swtiching spots with him!
If you can find it in your hearts to donate any amount it will help me send my big baby back home to the pearly gates of heaven.
He is resting now but my loss will never go away and it pains me not to be financially stable enough to pay for his home going services
EVERY donation, no matter how much, PRAYERS included I will hold dear to my heart.
Thank you so much
Bridget
Organizer
Sasha Rose
Organizer
Chicago, IL