Denise Lauzon

Owlelluia

My Mom died 3 months ago. It was so unexpected. She went to bed one night and never woke up. It was a blow for all of us but mostly for my 8 year old daughter who was so close to her Momom. They would share great moments together. You could feel a real connection between those two. Ever since that dreary day, Alicia, my beautiful jovial daughter was not the same. She did not play anymore, nor did a smile painted her tiny face.