It feels like a big day, an important day. I’m going to the Bishop Maginn High School in Albany to meet Kevin Reiss and his wife Mary.

I plan on giving them a check for $1,000 and talking to them about their GoFundMe project, a sad but also exhilarating effort to bury their son Milan.

Milan died last week at 26 and the funeral home needs $8,000 to put him to rest. Kevin and Mary don’t have it, Kevin is a school teacher, and in America, that means he earns little money – a baseball pitcher from California will earn $72 million this year alone, that says a lot about our values.

Think how many burials a new $1,000,000,000 stealth fighter jet would pay for.

I offered to help on Tuesday but was told I had done enough, nobody wanted to take advantage of me. I argued that this is what I do, and I can take care of myself, and they relented, and I thank them for letting me – us – help.

I think that’s hard for people to grasp. This is selfish, this is so good for me, and for so many of you.

The funeral home needs $8,000 to bury Milan, who died after a long struggle with Muscular Dystrophy.

On Tuesday, Kevin and Mary had $2,700 raised for their fund from family and friends.

We decided to support this campaign, me and this remarkable new kind of Army. This morning, there is $5,690 in this fund as of 8 am. and I am bringing a check for another $1,000 when I meet the Reiss’s at the school this morning.

People can donate to Milan’s funeral on the GoFundMe project or they can contribute through me – no fees (Gofundme takes a good chunk) or administrative costs, no delay.

Either choice is good (and I’ll send donors a signed new postcard of me and Red, as long as they last.)

You can contribute through me via Paypal, [email protected] or by check, Jon Katz, Milan Burial Fund, P.O. Box 205, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816. Either way, be sure to mark the pay for “Milan.” Every penny will go where it’s supposed to go, and quickly.

Any overage will go to the family, they have staggering medical bills.

I am not sleeping well thinking of this family’s torment and the cruelty of our society.

I have this feeling we can ease this family’s nightmare by the end of the day, or by tomorrow at the latest. I feel it in my bones.

This means we are about $1,500 away from being able to have a funeral for Milan, who everyone describes as a sweet and loving man. Thanks for moving so quickly, the family’s distress is unbearable to think about.

No mother and father should have to plead for so much money to bury their child.

Thank to those many people in the Army of Good who have jumped in with their usual kindness, grace, and generosity. You are the saints of our time.

I’m eager to meet these good people, and hopefully, comfort them in so way. There is no replacing a child, but at least they can put him to rest with dignity and peace.