Hi, Most of you know me. Most of you know our story. But, if you don't... Here it is, In September of 2024, we gave birth to beautiful baby girls, Potter and Winnie. They were perfectly healthy and only needed a small NICU stay. We all came home shortly after. At the end of September, Winnie passed away in the middle of the night. Our friends and family rallied and have carried us through the past year. The loss has been felt every second. Funeral costs were covered. Not because we had life insurance, but because there are good people in this world that care. What people don't know is during all of this time, we have been working on a disability case for Zachary and he lost his long-term disability payments that September on top of our daughter. We have been coasting on my income for the past year and beautiful people have come along and showed up without us asking. BUT, We were never able to afford to put a grave marker on our daughter's grave. We reached out to people and were able to sell land that Zach co-owned; however, it has taken until today to even be able to close on that. All of that money has already been allocated to bills that were accrued previously to get some of the burden off of my shoulders where we lost that income, and then hopefully be able to pay for a marker for Winnie. Unfortunately, in the amount of time that we had to wait for the selling of the home... We had to do what we had to do to continue to keep bills paid. All of that being said, I no longer have the funds to be able to lessen the burden on my shoulders as much as I would like, or mark my daughters grave. You know how you search and search for the perfect blanket for your new little one... well, this is my little one. She is already in the arms of Jesus, and doesn't need a blanket. This is it for her. I hate, absolutely hate, asking for help. But, for the sake of myself, and for the sake of my family... I have to. I can't do it on my own anymore.
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