It's been a long time. To tell the truth, I didn't feel like writing anything. The inspiration is there though, but it's like words in the throat sometimes it's blocked and doesn't come out. But I want to tell you that I'm better. I go out every day. I do a little bit of sport, like before and it feels good. I'm starting to think about how to make my professional life real again.
I enjoy with Thomas. And I'm watching you. I'm watching in fact. And I wait. My brain is in off mode as soon as it's about you. Like a circuit breaker: it turns off to protect the vital organ from a shock too big, too violent to absorb. It's been 8 years since you had your cancer. You've been 90 years old. You are here. But more regularly you're throwing it back at me, "It's hard. I'm tired. I hope I don't stay as long as Grandpa. I can see that I'm coming to the end.
Circuit breaker in my brain. It's a beautiful day, Grandma, outside. You so love the beautiful days that are coming. The flowers that come back and the sun's rays on your skin.
I wish this spring would last forever and you with Monique... but you are tired. You have had 8 years of illness behind you. You have been 90 years old. Spring is not eternal. Neither are you...
