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Bobby Travis Morrison
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My name is Brandy. I never thought I would be writing something like this. I never thought I would be sitting in the same room where I last held my husband’s hand, trying to find the words to ask for help. But here I am. And I am doing it because I have no other choice.
February 2020 everything changed. My husband Travis, the love of my life for 11 years, left our home that morning to go to work. It was just another day. Nothing unusual. But he never made it there. A tire on his truck suddenly blew out, and the vehicle flipped over four times. He was airlifted to a hospital two hours away.
Two officers came to my door and told me the news that shattered my entire world. They did not think Travis would survive the flight. His injuries were that bad.I grabbed our daughter Taylar and rushed to the hospital with his family.
When we arrived, the doctors pulled us into a small room. That is when they told us Travis had suffered severe brain trauma. He was on life support, and they said he probably would not make it through the night. But he did. He fought. And so did I.
For six days, my daughter and I stayed by his side. We held his hand. We prayed. We whispered to him, begging him to come back to us. But he never woke up. On the sixth day, after no signs of improvement, we had to make a decision I would not wish on anyone. We turned off the machines keeping him alive.
I do not even have words to explain what that felt like.
Travis was my high school sweetheart. We married right after graduation. He was my first love, my best friend, my safe place. He was Taylar’s hero. He was our provider, our protector, our everything.
Since losing him, everything has fallen apart. My car was repossessed. Yesterday, a sheriff came to our door with foreclosure papers. I am overwhelmed. I am scared. And I am grieving in a way I never imagined was possible.
I have not turned the lights off in our house since Travis passed. I keep them on 24 hours a day. I cannot sleep in silence. I cannot bear the dark. I have not left our bedroom. That is where I feel closest to him. That is where I still smell him on the pillow.
I created this fundraiser because I need help. I hate asking. I have always been proud. But I cannot do this alone anymore.
I only have my 88 year old mother left, and I do not want to burden her. Taylar needs me to be strong, but I feel like I am breaking a little more every day.
How Will the Donations Help
The money raised through this fundraiser will help me and my daughter stay afloat as we try to survive this loss. It will go directly toward:
Keeping our home out of foreclosure
Covering essential bills and utilities
Putting food on the table
Helping with transportation so I can begin rebuilding our life
Covering counseling or therapy for both me and Taylar
Why I Created This Fundraiser
I never thought I would be in this position. But after losing Travis, I am facing a future I never planned for. I created this fundraiser because I am trying to keep my head above water while grieving the man I love. I need support. I need time to heal. I need help to give my daughter a sense of security again.
How the Money Will Be Spent
Every donation will go straight to the things that matter most right now. Paying our mortgage. Keeping the lights on. Making sure there is food in our home. Helping me find transportation. And making sure my daughter and I can speak to someone who understands how to walk through this kind of pain.
I am not asking for extras. I just want to keep our home, meet our basic needs, and try to breathe again without feeling like the world is closing in.
One Last Thing I Want You to Know
If you have ever loved someone so deeply that their absence feels like a physical ache, then you understand a little of what I am going through.If you are able to give, even just a few dollars, please know it will make a difference I cannot put into words.
And if you cannot give, please share this. Please pray for me and my daughter. I believe in the goodness of people. I believe in love. I believe in God. I am trusting that somehow, through the kindness of strangers, we will get through this. Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for caring. God bless you. Contribute
February 2020 everything changed. My husband Travis, the love of my life for 11 years, left our home that morning to go to work. It was just another day. Nothing unusual. But he never made it there. A tire on his truck suddenly blew out, and the vehicle flipped over four times. He was airlifted to a hospital two hours away.
Two officers came to my door and told me the news that shattered my entire world. They did not think Travis would survive the flight. His injuries were that bad.I grabbed our daughter Taylar and rushed to the hospital with his family.
When we arrived, the doctors pulled us into a small room. That is when they told us Travis had suffered severe brain trauma. He was on life support, and they said he probably would not make it through the night. But he did. He fought. And so did I.
For six days, my daughter and I stayed by his side. We held his hand. We prayed. We whispered to him, begging him to come back to us. But he never woke up. On the sixth day, after no signs of improvement, we had to make a decision I would not wish on anyone. We turned off the machines keeping him alive.
I do not even have words to explain what that felt like.
Travis was my high school sweetheart. We married right after graduation. He was my first love, my best friend, my safe place. He was Taylar’s hero. He was our provider, our protector, our everything.
Since losing him, everything has fallen apart. My car was repossessed. Yesterday, a sheriff came to our door with foreclosure papers. I am overwhelmed. I am scared. And I am grieving in a way I never imagined was possible.
I have not turned the lights off in our house since Travis passed. I keep them on 24 hours a day. I cannot sleep in silence. I cannot bear the dark. I have not left our bedroom. That is where I feel closest to him. That is where I still smell him on the pillow.
I created this fundraiser because I need help. I hate asking. I have always been proud. But I cannot do this alone anymore.
I only have my 88 year old mother left, and I do not want to burden her. Taylar needs me to be strong, but I feel like I am breaking a little more every day.
How Will the Donations Help
The money raised through this fundraiser will help me and my daughter stay afloat as we try to survive this loss. It will go directly toward:
Keeping our home out of foreclosure
Covering essential bills and utilities
Putting food on the table
Helping with transportation so I can begin rebuilding our life
Covering counseling or therapy for both me and Taylar
Why I Created This Fundraiser
I never thought I would be in this position. But after losing Travis, I am facing a future I never planned for. I created this fundraiser because I am trying to keep my head above water while grieving the man I love. I need support. I need time to heal. I need help to give my daughter a sense of security again.
How the Money Will Be Spent
Every donation will go straight to the things that matter most right now. Paying our mortgage. Keeping the lights on. Making sure there is food in our home. Helping me find transportation. And making sure my daughter and I can speak to someone who understands how to walk through this kind of pain.
I am not asking for extras. I just want to keep our home, meet our basic needs, and try to breathe again without feeling like the world is closing in.
One Last Thing I Want You to Know
If you have ever loved someone so deeply that their absence feels like a physical ache, then you understand a little of what I am going through.If you are able to give, even just a few dollars, please know it will make a difference I cannot put into words.
And if you cannot give, please share this. Please pray for me and my daughter. I believe in the goodness of people. I believe in love. I believe in God. I am trusting that somehow, through the kindness of strangers, we will get through this. Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for caring. God bless you. Contribute
Funds are being collected and disbursed by Brandy Morrison, Bobby's wife.
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