When I was eight years old, my father died suddenly of a heart attack. My mother was devastated and became depressed. My brother and I needed support, and we found it at Camp Seymour. So many kids with nowhere to turn can find understanding, hope, and joy at Camp Seymour.

At a time when digital engagement often trumps face-to-face interaction, Seymour is more necessary than ever.

Please take the time to donate to this incredibly special place where everyone is welcome, respected, and valued for who they are.