Thank you so much to everyone visiting this page. We will miss Lorissa tremendously and would love to have you share your favorite memories of her on this website. Below is a poem I wrote to her a few years ago that tells you a little about her.

Miss Loriss, the Tigress
You may think we don’t miss your scurrying around with constant bursts of loud boisterous guffaw.
It’s true we love a day or two of peace, but you mean much more to us than a cook or maid that cleans.
Whether it’s because you have a great idea or want to give lots of chatter from your beautiful jaw,
Or because those demons of the past wake you with horrible night terrors as we hear your screams,
We love you and want you to see how much we admire your strength and endurance, dear Lorissa.
Walt says it’s because you’re built like a brick outhouse that you have the strength of cement beams,
But we know your strength comes from above & your love for God is clear when you say, “Praise Jah!”
You’re like a Siberian Tigress who cared for her cubs’ needs in their early years by whatever means.
Now that they’re grown & not so needy, you keep seeking to comfort others whom God may draw.
Your empty den syndrome came too early sending you down a long hard road of painful scenes.
But it wasn’t your fault—it was caused by the demons of sin that not even God foresaw.
You tried your best to teach your cubs about courage and strength to survive the world’s schemes.
I remember you as a 3-yr kid who rode her trike down a country road, not listening to mother’s law.
Little did we know that it would help you years later to develop resilience and courageous routines.
Then came the incident and your parents parting as you blamed yourself, leading you to withdraw.
With many years of short visits and separation anxiety away from your mom and all the in-betweens,
You never forgot who loved you most even when told not to speak of her or get beatings by your Pa.
Then years of suffering from more insecure men and losing your 4 cubs was far from your dreams.
God wasn’t ignoring your pleas--He allowed it to build your endurance until you could see with awe,
That when you serve him first, his blessings are beyond your imagination to give you hopeful gleams.
You can still be momma Tigress from afar watching your cubs grow even if they say, “Ha!”
When they have children, they may understand how you’ve endured painful extremes.
Remember tribulation brings endurance—without it you have no hope—with hope there is no flaw.
Strength can be learned from experience, but endurance comes from trials and tribulations.
Written especially for my daughter, Lorissa, with all my love, Jessica Dumas, Your Ma.