Her health and energy is , it seems, doing much better.  For two long years she was very sickly and weak. She still lives at home, a big mansion with a huge forest in the middle of nowhere, with her hubby.

She was always very kind and mellow with me. I always loved her much except maybe when i became paranoid for a few months in my youth about the adults who had raised me. She reads all my books as soon as she gets them. She says I captivate and keep her attention and interest until the end with my pen. I want to cry when I hear that. She told me stories about my mom, when she was 4 and 6 (they have known each other all their lives). Though I feel uncomfortable visiting mom and dad's house, I would be elated to visit my Godparents house in the eastern townships. All my Christmas with my grandparents were spent at their house. A mansion. A huge terrain, a pond, a huge forest, fields of greens...She always gave me the best gifts all my life: including a fairy tale book i cherished a lot. Tales from around the world: I became fascinated with that topic.