Laura-Lisa de Vuyst Fund
Laura-Lisa de Vuyst was a shining light to everyone she knew. She passed away late 24th, April 2016 at DisneyLand in Paris, France.
Funds raised will be used to help her family with any expenses for her funeral. Any funds not used for the funeral will be donated to help others with eplilepsy.
Laura-Lisa was so compassionate and always made sure that everyone she knew was happy and healthy.
Many of us are not able to help in person or to be present to lend our support. This fund is a way for us to help the family during this difficult time.
We appreciate anything you can donate to help the family. Every little bit helps. Thanks in advance for your help and your support.
Today at 2.30 PM we said goodbye to Laura-Lisa at the funeral service that took place at Westlede crematorium, Lochristi (Belgium) with testimonials from her family & friends, lots of flowers, beautiful music and a photoshow of this kind and beautiful young woman.
25 juni om 16:57 · HIRSCHBERG-BAYERN-GERMANY · Often sunny days, now rains have come crashing down, but nature remains at its best when silently observed. Sharing with me her fruits like cranberries, cherries, and birds, such as thrushes, blackbirds, crows, kestrels in mid air, and buzzards flying out and nesting, -yesterday two deer calves and twice a hare...songs in the forest, vineyards and orchards. Also the balcony has a its own habitat and often gets in the sunset's spotlight. But I miss another lovely nature here by my side...my dear daughter...I dedicated this album to her spirit.
Two months have gone by Six weeks, about one-hundred something days, and how many hours and minutes ago, was Laura-Lisa still among us, with us, here? Sitting as an invited guest downstairs with the neighbours whose chief guest is a Syrian refugee who made shawarma for us Another good friend of the neighbours brought her daughter along. she has long blonde hair she reminds me of Rapunzel and is only 16 I guess It is then that I catch myself reminiscing of our Rapunzel who had an equal loving smile as the girl who sits in front of me close to her mom. I feel like leaving the table I stare at the setting sun now half obliterated by a cypress which in Italy is only planted at cemeteries It is chilly and I feel cold the friends enjoy a laugh, smile, chuckle, dish up jokes I force a smile I have learned how to do that I hope for that invisible arm around my shoulder I know one thing for sure I want to hear her laugh and have her there but the only thing I do is stare Darling daughter...are you there?
"OUR LIVES ARE ROLLERCOASTERS AND EVERY RIDE HAS A PRICE SO HAS EVERY PERSON A PRICE TO PAY. HOW MUCH IS THE FERRYMAN'S PRICE?" Alann De Vuyst