This is a picture of my husband's last Father's Day.

Dear Friends and Kind Strangers,

I’m Deb, a widowed mother of three wonderful children, reaching out with a humble heart to ask for your help. Our family has faced unimaginable loss and hardship, but with your generosity, we can rebuild our lives and find hope again.Our story is one of love, resilience, and unwavering faith. My world was shattered when my beloved husband passed away from Merkel Cell Carcinoma, a rare and aggressive cancer. I cared for him with all my heart until his final moments. Just six months later, my father suffered a stroke, and my mother was diagnosed with diabetes and dementia. For years, I was their full-time caregiver, pouring every ounce of love and strength into their care. After their passing, my children and I have carried the weight of profound grief, PTSD, anxiety, depression, and financial struggles, yet we’ve held tight through every storm. My children are my inspiration. My oldest daughter, a recovered addict, has found God and transformed her life. She dreams of becoming a personal coach and nutritionist to guide others toward hope. My youngest daughter,  despite battling chronic autoimmune disorders, is a brilliant artist who loves drawing and music and whose creativity shines brightly, aspiring to become a psychologist and use art to help people. My devoted son, a gifted entertainer, has put his own dreams on hold to support our family. He works tirelessly in the Activities department at a care facility, bringing joy to seniors, but recent budget cuts have slashed his hours, leaving us struggling to survive. We are fighters, unafraid of hard work. From gig jobs to manual labor, we’ve done it all. To build a better future in a tough job market, we pooled our last savings to buy a 20-year-old box truck, hoping to start a family junk hauling business—a dream my late husband had wanted to do. We envisioned clearing clutter for others, picking up donations for nonprofits, and creating a sustainable income. But now, we’re living in that same truck, homeless and unable to afford rent. To make matters worse, the truck needs urgent mechanical repairs we can’t afford, leaving our dreams at a standstill. For years, I balanced raising my kids and caring for my sick husband and parents while working in the restaurant industry. I’m now pursuing a degree in Health and Human Services to serve others professionally, but our circumstances have forced me to pause my education. Despite these challenges, our faith and love keep us moving forward.Your generous donation can change our lives.

With your support, we can:

Repair our truck’s mechanical issues to launch our junk hauling business.

Cover basic living expenses while we get the business off the ground.

Allow me to continue my education to serve those in need.

I know the pain of feeling invisible, of fighting for a fresh start. Your gift, no matter how small, will give my family hope, stability, and the chance to rebuild. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for reading our story and considering a donation. Together, we can turn our dreams into reality and continue giving back to others.With heartfelt gratitude,

Deb and Family