When I was just three years old, my biological father, Bruce Doss, was taken from us far too soon. He was only 33 when unexpected heart complications claimed his life—before we could build memories together, before I could truly know the man he was.

Even now, I carry that absence with me. There's a space in my heart that will always belong to him, filled with questions I'll never get to ask and moments we'll never share.

But here's what gives me hope: The incredible progress being made in heart health research, early detection, and life-saving treatments. With continued advancements, families might be spared the heartbreak mine experienced. Fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters could have more time—more birthdays, more laughter, more love.

Every dollar brings us closer to a world where heart disease doesn't steal our loved ones too soon. Will you consider donating to a worthy cause?