Thibodaux, Louisiana
in memory of
She’s my aunt. Technically, I wasn’t alive yet, I wasn’t born. I was born about two months after it happened. But I’ve seen the effects of it over time, especially through how my dad handled it and how my grandpa handled it.
From what I’ve been told, she was a very loving and caring person. She had a lot of love in her heart.
Her son. He was about one or two years old when it happened. We grew up together, he’s my cousin, so he always reminds me of her.
I’d want the chance to get to know her. I’m close with my other aunt, so I feel like we would’ve all been close.