Thibodaux, Louisiana
Thibodaux, Louisiana
in memory of
He was my son.
One of my favorite memories is when he came home after school, joking around and asking for my money. He played “Trap Queen” and pretended to throw the money like he was at a club. It was a funny moment we shared.
I think of him every day. When I see things like red birds, butterflies or shapes in the clouds, especially hearts, I feel reminded of him.
I would tell him how proud I am.