Support Janice's Family After Tragic Loss

My name is Janice Luna

in 24hrs everything changed

This is the Altadena I’ve never seen before. It’s not the home I know. Although monetary it was not just a house. For many, like myself, a house has different meaning now. My mother as many know as Gramma Josie’s house wasnt simply a house. On January 8 that “house” burned down with everything in it. Every picture, every special thing purchased or given to my mom and myself. But what burned down was the one place we knew as Gramma Josie’s. The house was built in 1925 and was the core of all memories from four generations. Josie was a Rosie the riveter and lived through world war 2. This house housed My uncles who were war veterans. It had memories of me as a little girl, My deceased son Kevino’s first steps. My daughter Alena’s lock of baby hair. My grandson Kai baby photos of him smiling. My other grandson Thomas’s plastered handprint. The list can go on and on. The home was the center it was the heart and welcomed everyone and housed all animals. There was so many Years of laughter that echoed in the walls and the smell and eating of grammas cooking filled the air witnessing all the animals wandering all over the house and upon entry embracing her tight hugs, her kisses, while listening to her singing and old music playing in the background all took place in that house. That house was a family member but I didn’t know it until the realization of its permanent demise. Many people now as myself are experiencing a very different and real grief.

I’m asking for help through prayer and donation through this difficult time to help rebuild myself and my step father leonards life

Although the home is gone and the photos and possession of everything owned are forever gone the memories shared will forever be in our hearts.