À bientôt

Today I was reading the chapter of “Une vie francaise” regarding Valery Giscard, in that one the protagonist’s father. What would I do in his case? I don’t want to even think about it. And then, a message appears. There is not good news, he just passed away. He is not my relative but it’s the relative of one of my relatives. But does it matter? He’s the father of my baby sitter/ cousin’s husband.( My baby sitter is my cousin too, even though we don’t share the same blood). So, I AM in mourning I don’t even know where he was born, what the names of his parents were, I don’t even know what kind of music he liked. Does it matter? I DO know, that he was a wonderful person, with a heart of gold, with a beaming smile, white bright eyes… he was calm.. In a part of my brain he was like a step-grandfather/ uncle grandfather o some type of relative and that’s why he made me feel like that. Every time he hugged me, he said hello, he asked about my career, about me studying French or English I felt like home, like it was a close relative who cared about me and now he’s gone. Did you live the life that you wanted live? I hope so. Did you enjoy your time on Earth? I hope so.  Did you leave positive marks in one’s life? Yes, you did, in mine. I already miss you.

“Je m'en irai bientôt, au milieu de la fête, Sans que rien manque au monde » Victor Hugo

 

P.D : this has been written in English/French because I know where you are, you are reading this and something that I DO know about you was that you spoke English and French, so this is for you. Spanish is too simple for your soul.