She is 87 years old.

She has had a weak heart for about 3 years and stayed at home, very weak all that time. I last spoke to her last year or two years ago.

She gave me always amazing gifts for my birthday and Noel as I was growing up. She was a housewife and mother of three and quite involved in her town's community, an old parish of the eastern townships in quebec where I set one story, Le coyote bleu et les deux chiens. I have dedicated a story to her: In times of war, do like the kids.

She was the closest friend (since they were 5 and 10) of my mother. How we had amazing Noel with her family, after the midnight mass with my grandparents on my mother' side.

May her last few days be kind and at peace and in love with God for her life's so precious ending.  May there be no sufferings and may she reach clarity on her death bed. A nice enlightenment flash would be great and loving. I will always recall you anne mooney. You were a fairy godmother to me for real.

Om muni muni mahamuni svoha

Om tare tuttare ture svoha

Om mani peme hung

Om ah hung benzra guru padme siddhi hung

Photo by hubby, circa june 2025

P.S I should make the story I wrote for her available for free on the listing. I willlook into this.