I was very disappointed after the death of my beloved [Ghislaine Valm]. She was my mother although my biological one is still alive, she was my mentor, my sister, my strength, a fellow Christian, someone who made the difference in my life. O Haiti, my native country, you killed my beloved Mammy Lèlèn. Shame on you! Although living overseas in in America, I usually cried out to you for assistance, my beloved Ghis. She often replied: "Sister Ferou, I am here let's pray our Lord Almighty, he has the answer to your struggle." By now, it sounds as if I lost confidence, no one to possibly help me with my daily burden. 1 remember June 2, 1993, the day I lost my first born child Winifred Felix, Mammy Lèlèn moved me from my family home to make me dwell in hers in order to care for me. There everyone, friends and family came in to grieve and mourn the death of my daughter. She opened up not only her home but her heart to help me bear my burden. As it's said in the old adage "Simon helped Jesus bear the cross." It is kind of difficult to find someone supportive, loving, and compassionate like Mammy Lèlèn. One thing that keeps me going is that I have the assurance that my Heavenly Father has opened up the doors of the Eternal Resting Place for my lovely Ghislaine as well. May your soul rest in peace, Mammy Lèlèn!
