I remember. Six months ago already ...
I remember, Dad, the blue door by which you watched the world.
I remember your eyes of light and love that we've lived, which made us grow.
I remember as a teenager, it annoyed me a little longer you look at me like that, not that it bothered me really, but I do not understand. I do not understand that beyond the moment, I was whole, from birth to date, you looked with love. Then I
grown. I became a father myself. And I watch my child with your eyes, and even love.
Before that even, I grew up, when I realized that what you gave us, in fact we have offered you.
I'm glad to be past the age of ignorance, where everything that is received is never apparent, with you, to that of an adult who realizes how lucky he has had to to have loving parents.
And nothing is ever given, everything is always available. Gifts, travel, knowledge, study, holidays, shared moments, and experience, yes ... I have experience! you said ... are many little sacrifices offered to the love of her children.
I remember that I once thought that we accompany you on vacation routes, distance, sometimes even outside of France, when in fact, every time, it was you who accompanied us, who we allow it.
All this Friday, I wanted to tell you more, but I've told you like that, in the blue of your eyes.
Thou hast sent elegance. Thou hast sent
harmony of shapes, colors, and necessities of life.
Love is a home that must constantly tend the fire ... Recalls Does in, I told you. It is love as memory. That I will never forget.
I also remember that every single time you said to me:
It's good to do things ... Because my memories.
And I, still at the age of the knife, I do not understand. Things are not made to be lived , I said, but to be lived in their present moment! What good things live if only to make memories! I was young and I did not understand as I understand now how you were right.
It's so important to remember, Dad ... All those moments I knew you, they have existed, and they always will.
So thank you God for giving me sent down to you two, my parents.
Thanks Dad for being you.
Thanks for making me share your life and have been anxious to transfer us to Lilac, mom and me always the best.
And I promise you that every year now, we celebrate the feast in thy name thy thoughts Dream were founded in early March. Every year in your name, we will celebrate the day of dressing for women!
Now you're gone, you're fine now. It remains
we all gathered here. It remains the love we bear you, the pain of seeing you so soon leave the world, and regrets ... flood awareness, the evidence to say that forever now, everything has been said will never be over.
Before you go, I wanted you to give me advice, a word that you would have planted and germinated in me slowly until I understood later over the years. But this is not so much by the words you told me of things is the model father you have given us. And what advice I wanted, I understand now that all your life you have shown me that my whole life I've ever had without necessarily recognize that it is generosity. And I realized
Friday in your eyes what better vehicle all that you've always said, it is not words, but the blue of your eyes.
So if I were a fox I'd say: love is unspeakable for words, one sees clearly that deep eyes.
Thanks for letting me learn. You are with me always, I now present as blood in the body learns to be born again of your death.
