Stacy Winfree

I want to tell you about my daughter, Stacy.

Stacy was born on the coldest day of the year; December 10, 1978 and it was 17 degrees. She was Down Syndrome. She was so full of life and love and was loved by all. She was so special. There was no place we would go that someone didn't know her. She was always so happy and smiled all the time.

Stacy was 8 years old when she died as the result of car accident outside of Alexandria, LA. Stacy was with her grandparents (my parents - they died upon impact). Stacy lived 5 days after the accident. When I was first asked about Stacy being a donor, I didn’t know what do. My doctor talked to us and explained everything and after that I knew what to do. Stacy helped 5 people to live a longer life.

At the time of Stacy’s death she was my only child. Three years and 1 month later I was blessed with my son Jo-El. He is now 20 years old.

Stacy touched so many hearts in the short time she was here. I know she will never be forgotten.

My daughter, Stacy, is my hero.

Jean Juneau