These days have become difficult for so many of us. I’ve not had harder days since losing Michael in 2015. Between the dark days of Covid and having my oldest daughter become a parapalegic and my 25-year-old grandson being diagnosed with stage-4 metastatic neuroendocrine cancer, I’ve found myself at my lowest in every way possible.
When I lost Michael, so many of you reached out to me with thoughts, prayers, and love gifts of financial blessings that truly saved me. I’m sharing with you just in case anyone is led to do so again. I don’t have a GoFundMe, but should you feel inclined to hold me up once again , it can be worked out through The Post Newspaper office or my Cash App which is $FrancesDurisseau. It took a lot of courage for me to bring this up to you, but when you are drowning, you cry out to anyone who might hear. I’ve been treading water for several years and am now going under. Being a senior citizen with a small Social Security income is difficult at best and horrible at worst. So I’m sharing my heart with you today because I am in need of some Inspiration.
Thank you for faithfully reading my little column for these oh so many years. Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of your lives. I am incredibly blessed to be able to do so. If you don’t feel led to reach out to me, I pray you will reach out to another, because unfortunately there are so many just like me.
