SIA Brain Awareness Foundation, Inc.
Tiffany's Story
Tiffany Nichole Morris
7/10/1989 – 11/1/2011
Tiffany was full of life and lived with God in her heart, compassion for others, and the most beautiful smile you could ever imagine. She was a loyal friend, an amazing daughter and sister, and someone who brought laughter wherever she went. She loved music, shoes, fellowship, and—most of all—her family and friends.
Strong, independent, and determined, Tiffany put herself through cosmetology school while working two part-time jobs and attending school full-time. She worked hard and was proud of the life she was building.
After a Halloween weekend she was so excited about, tragedy struck. On the morning of October 30th, Tiffany was found not breathing. Despite immediate CPR and medical intervention, she suffered irreversible brain damage. Surrounded by prayer, faith, and love, we hoped for a miracle—but Tiffany went home to be with the Lord.
Her life mattered deeply. Over 300 people attended her service, a testament to how many lives she touched. In her passing, Tiffany gave the ultimate gift—donating her major organs and saving six lives.
Months later, we learned her death was caused by methylone intoxication from a designer drug mistakenly believed to be ecstasy. One decision changed everything. Every life matters, and every choice matters.
Tiffany, we miss you always and love you forever.
Love,
Mom, Brooke & Kyle
Frank's Story
Hi, my name is Frank Perkowski.
In 1977, I was diagnosed with an astrocytoma brain tumor after experiencing severe headaches, dizziness, and double vision. A new CAT scan revealed the tumor, and although surgery could not remove it completely, a shunt was placed, and radiation followed. The journey wasn’t easy—there were complications, infections, and more surgeries—but by God’s grace, the shunts eventually worked.
Radiation left lasting side effects, including memory loss and balance issues, but I’ve come a long way over the years. Doctors once told me I had about five years to live and would likely never have children.
Forty-Nine years later, my life tells a very different story. My wife and I are stronger than ever, blessed with two healthy children and three beautiful grandchildren.
I must admit my body is declining, and there are moments when I forget, but I am deeply grateful that I am still here—to love God and give Him praise, to enjoy my family, cherish friends, and live life fully. That, to me, is more than enough. As my wife says, we must be doing something right.
God bless,
Frank