My son was a volunteer, and from the moment he learned he had an inoperable tumor, he decided to go ahead and go ahead with volunteering. His passion was volunteering.
A month before his death, he decided to write me a letter, letting me know that if he had the chance to go back, he would not change anything, because he lived for what he was born to do, and do it with all his heart.
I, of course, was unaware of his medical condition like everyone else, as my son did not want to give me any other worries, since I had lost my wife for about a year, with whom I had spent 27 years of marriage.
With her I met when I was 40 She was 35, and immediately we loved each other madly, after several attempts and 5 years after our meeting we were lucky enough to receive the greatest gift a person can add to her life, the arrival of our son.
My son turned 20, he decided that continuing his studies was not for him, and that he would feel comfortable doing something else, after almost 6 months he began his life as a Volunteer.
We obviously as parents, supported him and let him choose his path.
As parents, we had our concerns, but we set two simple rules.
“Communication and NO to substance abuse”.
Since these methods of communication are not difficult these days, they were done via messaging or email.
Several years had passed since our son had started on his journey, and from time to time when it was possible, even if he never asked them, we as parents always sent him financial support.
As agreed, our son, told us about his experiences and the discomforts he had encountered, and that doing those experiences was his way to repay life and the people who were beside him.
Two months before our 27th wedding anniversary my wife passed away due to a sudden heart attack, so as a father I did everything I could to ensure that my son could meet the expenses for the return, and give a final farewell to his mother.
4 months later my son left, and a year later, due to financial problems, I moved into a pensioner.
Then one day my son informed me that his journey took him to places where technology was poor or almost absent, so the only method that was still working was the classic one, paper and pen and by mail.
The waiting time for a letter varied between 3-4 weeks, and I waited for his letters with joy, as the only bond that held me on this Earth.
The years passed and communications with my son began to fade, meanwhile the past years had become 4.
Then one day, I get a letter from the place where my son was volunteering, and it wasn’t from him.
In the letter it was communicated to me that my son had failed because of his illness, and that they wanted to know, the due with regard to the succession.
I could not believe it and did not understand what aches the person was talking about, then I realized that within the letter there was another letter addressed to me and written by my son.
He wrote to me that after he had returned to give his mother a last goodbye, he had then gone to the doctor to be checked, because he had been in pain for months before.
Discovering his illness and that there were no remedies in this regard, he didn’t want to give me any worries, he preferred not to tell me since his mother had just died.
The symptoms of malaise that he had were nothing compared to those to whom he gave help, and he did everything he could not to worry those around him, avoiding to divulge his pain.
Now I find myself in a situation where, being in a pension, I can’t afford the costs of returning the body and give my son a proper burial next to his mother.
I never asked for help and begged anyone, do it now in the moment of need, it makes me very sad, so I beg you, I need £ 20,000 to help me with the cost of the funeral for my son, and repatriate him.
I really hope someone can help me. Thank you for reading my story.