More about Andrew Brumback, the child who lost his life this week.

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For obvious reasons I haven't had much time to blog this week. (Click here for original story "Today a little boy was run over and killed in front of our house.").

However, I want to add as a follow-up to this piece which also ran in the Orange County Register that there will be a community fundraiser to help off-set the family's costs of this unexpected tragedy.

If you would like to show your support for the family of Andrew Brumback, the little boy accidentally killed on his way to school this week, there are several ways to do so:

There will be a community car wash this weekend at his local elementary school, and there is a web address for online donations, as well as a church address in which you can send any amount to show support.

Community Car Wash Fundraiser for the Brumback Family

Sequoia Elementary School
Saturday, January 22 (and 29 & 30)
8:00 - 4:00 
5900 Iroquois Road
Westminster, CA  
714-213-0440


Monetary donations may also be made at the following link:

Or you may send in a check to his family's church:

Christ Church, 14061, Chestnut Street, Westminster, CA 92683
Please be sure to note: "IN MEMORY OF ANDREW" on the memo line.  Donations are tax deductible.  

They are requesting donations to be made by Feburary 18th.  

-- Thanks.

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