Help me raise money for little Jess’ funeral
Fundraising campaign by
Carla Stone
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£1.00Donated So Far
Campaign Story
The girl in the picture is my little girl Jessica. My only daughter. When she was born, she was discovered to have cystic fibrosis. Cystic fibrosis is a genetic condition in which the lungs and digestive system become clogged with thick sticky mucus. As a single mother, I didn't know how I'd cope and how I'd provide Jessica with the proper care that she needed..
She would now be 8 years old. Day in day out, I watched her struggle helplessly. I worked but as I worked from home to provide her with proper care, my salary only just allowed me to pay for food on our table. I listened to her asking me why she was different to other children, and I told her it was because she's special.
I wanted to make my little girl's life as enjoyable as possible. I wanted all of her wishes to come true, but I couldn't afford holidays, trips and expensive toys for her. I couldn't give her the life she deserved because I was financially struggling to keep a roof over our heads.
When my daughter passed away, I broke and I am still in a billion pieces. I lost my joy, my little girl, my Jessica. All I want now is to be able to give her the best send-off possible, but I can't cover funeral costs. All I'm asking for is a little support. Help me give my daughter the funeral that she deserves.
Organizer
- Carla Stone
- Campaign Owner
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Donors & Comments
- Goddess Brit
- Donated on Dec 18, 2015
Guess what, Carla? The Cystic Fibrosis didn't kill your precious little Jessica, I did. That fucking piece of shit always wandered over to my lawn so one day, I put sticky fiber in a drink and handed it to her. That, and solely that, is what killed your little girl. Burn in hell you cat petting fiend and stay the fuck off my property or else you'll find your way six feet under as well.
Guess what, Carla? The Cystic Fibrosis didn't kill your precious little Jessica, I did. That fucking piece of shit always wandered over to my lawn so one day, I put sticky fiber in a drink and handed it to her. That, and solely that, is what killed your little girl. Burn in hell you cat petting fiend and stay the fuck off my property or else you'll find your way six feet under as well.