Our dearest Angie Robert who was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada on February 24, 1980 and passed away on October 9, 2004. She will live forever in our memories and hearts.

Angie was a beautiful baby who had a wonderful childhood with a loving family and friends. As Angie grew older, she loved to do what all teenagers do...HAVE FUN! When Angie grew into a woman, she was the most sincere, caring, loving and dedicated daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, aunt, and friend to all who knew her!

Angie at the age of 21 years, 8 months, and 6 days she gave birth to her only child. A darling precious little boy! He was her world and she was his. They loved each other so much. Angie didn't get to spend a life time with her son, but the two years, 11 months and 1 week, she had with him will be the most rewarding for him. They say you learn the most before 3 years of age. Angie had taught him the alphabet, many songs that he could sing, and directions to many places. The most special is the moral, love, respect, and values that she instilled in him. Because of Angie, her son is growing into a fine young man, who has many of his Mommy's traits, morals, and values.

Angie had a personality that was truly a treasured memory for all. When you think of Angie you have to remember her with that special deep laugh she had. When reminiscing about Angie, (nicknamed Punkie) it is hard to be sad. The joy she gave jumps to mind...unless you think of the dreadful night...the morning of October 9, 2004.

Angie died in a tragic car accident. Thank goodness she died on impact as the injuries she sustained in that accident would not have let her live a normal life! Angie was not drunk or on drugs, nor was speed a factor. The police suspect that an animal darted in front of the car. On small hilly country roads that is usually the verdict. How I wish I could have been there, in case she did suffer, or was in pain, or anything. All I let myself see, is Jesus holding her hand and taking her to a nicer place where she can rest in peace with no more suffering, and no more pain.

I pray that Angie is watching over all of us, and enjoying the wonderful life we are giving her son. He is seven now, but was turning three years old, three weeks after her passing. How he would wake up screaming for her. He knew about God, but at that age they don't understand death, or never seeing Mommy again. In his poor little mind he thought she left and didn't say goodbye. It broke my heart to console him and keep my sanity because I wanted her too.

Minutes, days, weeks, months, years go by and never have I stopped thinking of Angie. Something always makes me remember things about her. I feel blessed to have had Angie as my daughter and that the Lord has blessed me with many wonderful and loving memories for me to treasure of her.