January has been a difficult month this year, since my dear mother Thérèse Lorrain Laframboise passed away on December 29th, leaving her three daughters, three grandsons and six great-grandchildren behind. She was 96, at peace and well surrounded, and we had the joy of benefitting from her advices and moral support for a long time.
On this pic, taken a few years ago, she stood proud and very stylish in her favorite black leather coat. She readily walked without a cane, until a host of health concerns rose their ugly heads in February last year. In and out of hospitals, she kept her amiable character and smile, having worked herself in hospitals (as a dietetician) numerous years ago.
She has joined our father, Jacques Laframboise, a long-time science fiction aficionado who made me discover and fall in love with the genre.
Echoes of a Sunday artist 