My son, Isaiah Whitlock, was 15 years old when he was killed in a motorcycle crash this year. He was my world and Isaiah was my first born. As a single mom, he taught me so much about life and love. I'm still in shock. 

Isaiah was the life of any party, no matter where we were in life. He was so amazing. He had his struggles, like anyone, but nothing ever impacted his ability to bring people together and to make others smile. His heart was so big and he was incredible generous. He loved with every ounce of his being and would fight for anyone who was being picked on. His passions in life were soccer,  fishing, riding motorcycles, and traveling. We spent a lot of time doing all of the above, but Soccer and motorcycles were his top two. 

He had just started to play soccer this year for the first time on a team, and when he joined the high school team this fall, he picked out the number 34 which was my number in high school. He was so excited to be able to have that number and come home and show me. I cried with pride and at the thought that he was thinking about me when choosing his number. I LOVED watching him play and he was a natural. I never missed a single game and he never had to question If I'd be there. He could hear me at every game and loved it. I was his number 1 fan. He touched so many lives and was so loved by many people from around the world. He is missed by many, but no one more than me and his brother. 

I was Isaiah's paid parent PCA and on the day he was killed, I immediately lost all income, including child support and social security disability benefits. So, not only am I left here to deal with the tragic and sudden loss of my baby boy, but I also cannot afford to live life. Most days I can barely get out of bed because the grief is so heavy and all consuming. 

I've never been a person who asked for help, but since Isaiah was killed, I've learned that asking for help is all I can do for now and that it's OK. I don't know what to do with my life except keep moving forward, one foot at a time. I could really use some help keeping a roof over our heads and keep my youngest son fed, clothed, warm, and safe. 

I know times are hard for so many others, but I appreciate any help that is given .So, thank you for taking the time to read my profile, and I hope you have a blessed year ahead.