Amelie Dupuis Dugas

I smile every time I think of Aunt Mellie. I remember her trying to manage all of us crazy kids and young teenagers with love, a smile, a switch, a hug, and a laugh; there was always laughter. Maybe the laughter came AFTER we got in trouble (trouble we all knew we deserved!), but the laughter came nonetheless. There was never a dull moment around her, at least not for me. When I finally grew up and had my own kids I had a much better appreciation for everything my parents and my family...