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Oh let me cry

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And well here, After the euphoria and the satisfaction of having released a big project that monopolized my mind lately, and a weekend of rest, This is the pressure drops and I am very sad. The fault of a few pictures from a workshop that is empty on instagram, a jar of jam in the refrigerator, a small object broken…

Oh I started mulling all this with spring, This spring is the first this year where I did not take my phone to call my grand father and wish him his birthday. This small phone call that lasted 5 minutes only because it is not very phone in the family and that had always seemed me almost unnecessary…

I lost my grandfather last year, and this is the first time in my life that I was losing a loved one. May be I should feel lucky to have waited 34 years to ensure that it happens ?

It had changed in recent years, annoyed and a little tired by the disease, It was no longer the same. But it was always there, as a rock, each time surviving the most dangerous operations that doctors described us tirelessly as very risky. It became invincible in my eyes to cross everything standing remaining whatever happens.

And, I've almost always known him a little sick. When I was little it much cared for me while he was recovering from his heart attack (him and my grand mother were my nannies, I went there every day when my mother was working). He read me stories, He taught me to read the time, and colors (I don't count the number of times where I stored my boxes of crayons with passion in my life after that).

It was the strong man of the family (I know what Judo Dan, but very high kind), the Carpenter who knew how to make lots of things in his workshop, one who repaired watches pulling the language of concentration (I stung him it), who knew picking up any object with dozens of magic glue of her closet. It was also the specialist of the moussaka and white currant jam.

It was also the lead singer of the family coming out his guitar for any occasion. With my sister was small connes to bitching when it was necessary to sing at Christmas, as if it was the worst chore of the Earth. He had even recorded his own album “Oh let me cry” When he was young, I remember having listened it to several times in the imagining in a studio like Elvis when I was a kid.

I can still hear his voice in my head sing me “a sweet song” to fall asleep, I like the ironing board me there up from time to time and realize that I have not forgotten it. Dorcus parallelipipedus is hard-pressed in the Woods hides the Wolf, houhouhouhou…

Oh: all was not rosy, We were too different generations to agree on a whole bunch of social issues and it was almost impossible sometimes to understand but we liked anyway.

The hardest thing is these moments where the mind forgets, When I break a plate and that I want to call him to ask him how the picking up or that I use this old screwdriver that I stole in his workshop and I tell myself that it would be that I make him. Or when his ghost hovers a little somewhere, I meet his guitar in a corner of a room at my grand mother, or that I find the last pot of jam of its manufacture at the bottom of my fridge white currant.

I did the strong when he is gone and I cried a little for him, and yet I remain inconsolable.

I know that I have not accustomed you to this type of articles, but I wanted to write everything here still.



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101 "comments on"Oh let me cry

  1. 13 April 2016 at 10:48

    It is beautiful your article, me too miss me them, and it's both so sad and beautiful that it never closes. Des bisous, and good spring <3

  2. 13 April 2016 at 10:48


  3. 13 April 2016 at 10:49

    Ooohh Bichette ♡
    Hug hug hug

  4. 13 April 2016 at 10:51

    But as I understand you. That was in 1995 for me and I feel the same today… I believe that over time you get used just to this pain but it does not really. I wish you good luck… spend a beautiful day

  5. 13 April 2016 at 10:57

  6. 13 April 2016 at 10:58

    One of the nicest blogs that you wrote <3

  7. 13 April 2016 at 10:58

    Oh, I ca me plait this kind of article here! It is very touching, It really is all sweet what you write.
    I give you full of courage and kisses and a few pots of jams in there white currants!

  8. 13 April 2016 at 11:01

    It's hard to lose a loved one. Especially when one is super close to it. But live in any thinking it must be more cheerful than sad, remember all those little things they have learned is so nice :)

  9. 13 April 2016 at 11:04

    Even if ca makes me sad, It's good to read this post, I'm going to call my grandmother : )

  10. 13 April 2016 at 11:08

    Yes it is nice article :) Very touching (It reminds me of my grandfather).
    Make her rely of like that ;)

  11. 13 April 2016 at 11:11

    Alors oui, statistically you are lucky to have had 34 years before losing a loved one, but ask you for celebration is a bit strong coffee … (where I go out this expression ??)
    Cry you cry, It is your absolute right (and it is one that has lost lots of beings dear far too early that the tells). They are beautiful your words.
    Chaudoudoux !

  12. 13 April 2016 at 11:11

    It is the tears in my eyes as I take my keyboard (I never comment while I just every day) because this article argues strongly in me.
    My grandmother is brutally party (but without suffering) This winter and he's not going a day without I think about it, his smile, joie de vivre, his generosity and his way of calling me “my sweetheart” (difficult to write this comment without ending up in fountain pffffiou).
    The memories of some people is engraved forever in ourselves and I cherish every day to have also had 34 years to accumulate those memories.

    thank you again for this article

  13. 13 April 2016 at 11:15

    Très beau texte.

  14. 13 April 2016 at 11:15

    very nice article, and good luck for the future !

  15. 13 April 2016 at 11:16

    This is a nice post that will surely make tenderly cry your mum <3
    losing his grandparents, quand on est proches d'eux, oui, c'est une drôle d'étape dans nos coeurs
    pensées pour toi et ta famille en ces moments particuliers d'anniversaire.

    • 13 April 2016 at 18:42

      Christelle : well seen, I tenderly cried. I knew that if my daughter had passed over in silence here, the death of his grandfather, This would come out one day, in love and emotion. We live our grief in our own way as me, I told all, and the moral is that we need to keep us and judging us indignant. What I had not done, because I know my girls :-)

  16. 13 April 2016 at 11:18

    I refrain very hard not to cry because I'm at work. My grandfather was also the first person that I lost, It's hard, because it does not immediately realize it happen more times together… In short your article is super.

  17. Johanna Samy Maartens
    13 April 2016 at 11:20

    Your article makes me painfully echo. I lost my grandfather in June last year while its operation to the heart had to be a trifle. Expected anything to that my mother would go to his farewell.
    A coup like that, My grand mother has become widow. She returned only at home. I didn't last time and I saw that it would be the last time…
    The absence is everywhere it's terrible. Lack also.
    Bref, a nice article, well written, qui met des mots sur mes maux ❤

  18. 13 April 2016 at 11:26

    Oh that's hard to read you all the way… I lost my grandpa in November 2013, Speaker of my daughter. It will be never knew it. It would have been so proud to see. But life goes for it, for him.
    Your words disturb me and echo my story. In any case they terribly pay homage to your grandfather. It's sad and it's beautiful both.
    And as said Victor Hugo, “Remembrance is the invisible presence”. Then continue to remember those we love !
    Let me give a kiss you ;-)

  19. 13 April 2016 at 11:29

    I am really sorry for your grandfather, but in fact it is a chance that have worked it so long and have so many memories of him that will remain with you. I have lost my last grandmother two years ago, and last month, I was traveling and I bought a postcard for it. Maintenant, whenever I Cook his recipes, This is all the more important that it is no longer there. Take care!

  20. 13 April 2016 at 11:30

    I read you and I saw your words, I lost my grandfather last September and for me also, It was the first loved at my soul who decided to leave after years of living in relief after a double heart operation. It was a tear and since I'm quite the same. Pain replaced nostalgia no longer see her smile or not being able to take him in my arms.

    I send you all my beautiful waves, because since we enlarged the family and I am sure that the persons who are parties live in us and our new little creatures…

  21. Emmanuelle Picq
    13 April 2016 at 11:31

    Nice text, very touching!

  22. Navy stone
    13 April 2016 at 11:35

    I find myself in your article… So beautiful, touching and Oh how true… I lost my dad there is a little more than 2 years old, It was so fast… 4 only months…
    Each of your words remember each moment pass with him, is every small memory…
    Life is full of injustices, and painful as moments of the loss of a loved… Every day just his sentence. Mine is in his absence gnawing on me by the heart… But I smile, for these two wonders of 13 months and it sent me there where it is located, as for tell me “You see my darling, la vie peut aussi être magnifique…”.
    Désolée je me suis étalée

    Merci pour ce superbe article. 😘

  23. 13 April 2016 at 11:36

    Comment dire… You are come to me to tears..
    Nothing more expensive than family, and when ado it realizes so not.
    Avec ma soeur aussi on ralait tout ce qu’on pouvait quand mon grand père nous parlait d’astronomie. Et des fois je me surprends à chercher les constellations dès que le ciel le permetEt à avoir acheter l’astronomie pour les nuls ( il doit bien rire là où il est)
    Ils laissent des bouts d’eux dans nos vies..

  24. 13 April 2016 at 11:40

    What Nice (and sad, I have the corner of the wet eye) Article on your grandfather. I lost my grandpa there soon 10 years and I am still inconsolable… I grew up with and it is also he who taught me to ride a bike and read time… I spent hours in his garage to watch manufacture trains and steam boats ! A chaque fois que j’entends une tourterelle je pense à luiC’est pas facile c’est sûr et ces souvenirs sont précieux !! 10 ans après je pleure encore et ça fait du bien ! Bonne journée à toi 😊

  25. 13 April 2016 at 11:45

    C’est difficile parfois de réaliser et d’être tristes sur le moment. Ca m’a fait pareil quand j’ai perdu ma tata y’a deux ans presque.
    She was a hypochondriac, it not too saw the difference with the rest of the time it would badly also and has come to find it in her, with the life that had fled. I think it was so shocked that I didn't have time to be sad and I tried to then forget, Despite the nightmares and anxiety attacks (I say not unto you now when is not answered an sms after a half day I imagine the worst systematquement…).
    And then one day, I vidais my directory there is little, and I saw “tata”. I burst into tears and it is there that I realized that it would be more his voice at the end of the wire, plus jamais. That she would never tell me ” I t & rsquo; like honey” and that I feel more the smell so strange that took “Parisian” on her skin.
    The details for which a person misses are so personal, I wish you well the courage to let go and put a band-aid on your little piece of heart that is missing.
    Kisses of yours. And for my part I find that your way of writing this kind of articles is full of emotion and modesty,. :)

    • 13 April 2016 at 11:50

      I kept in my phonebook the telephone number of the House of my grandmother …

    • 13 April 2016 at 12:00

      Quel beau témoignage ! Moi aussi j’ai perdu ma tante il y a 2 ans et je la vois encore en rêve. Je me reconnais tellement dans ce que tu écris.. ;'(

      • 14 April 2016 at 20:22

        Supprimer ce numéro ce serait comme dire qu’elle est vraiment partie, alors Agathe, moi aussi je l’ai gardé. :)
        Dodie, j’ai pris du recul, je pense qu’elle est bien mieux là haut, mais ça rend toujours un peu triste de savoir que la personne est partie et ne reviendra plus. C’est à partir de là qu’on vit seulement avec les beaux souvenirs. J’espère que vous vivez de belles aventures, une fois la nuit tombée :-*

  26. Xtine Dlp
    13 April 2016 at 11:48

    Ton article est touchant, sans pudeur très sincère ! Nos anciens laissent beaucoup de choses en nous, nous nourrissent au sens propre et figuré.

  27. 13 April 2016 at 11:48

    Bel article, even if this is part of the life cycle, We are not prepared to see from our elders.
    It's soon 3 years since I said goodbye to my grandmother, who was still vibrant barely a year earlier, She returned to my memory regularly, being even living in some dreams …
    Kisses :)

  28. 13 April 2016 at 11:50

    I do not comment often, but I wanted to tell you thank you for this beautiful article. It is a very personal text on your grandfather, and yet me I totally renewed. My grandmother went there soon 4 years old, and even now I sometimes get out my phone to call him and tell him my day, before remembering that it is not possible, or how our brain plays us funny tricks !

  29. 13 April 2016 at 11:55

    It looks nice. And he continues to live with you and your loved ones through all these small nothing everyday and these memories.

    A grandfather like that, It is a true gift for life :)

  30. 13 April 2016 at 11:56

    Oh your article made me cry with you.. I have 30 years and already lost a few close, but I won't tell you that you're lucky to have reached 34 years to know it because it is always too soon.. And as you say you never have awareness, We forget death. Your previous article gave want to live and it is so sad..
    You are lucky to have lived and kept beautiful moments with him. And it's good to include them somewhere, here. My worst fear is to forget their faces, who they were..
    Thank you for your pen and your sensitivity. You are definitely a blogger to share.

  31. 13 April 2016 at 11:56

    Des bisous ! <3 C'est dur de devenir un adulte, growing up, and lose those beings who are dear to us… Il t'a laissé plein de beaux souvenirs :) merci d'en avoir partagé quelques uns avec nous.

  32. Silvia Eusebio
    13 April 2016 at 11:59


  33. Hysterical Groupie
    13 April 2016 at 12:00

    Very touching…

  34. 13 April 2016 at 12:01

    It is a lovely tribute to your grandfather this article, full of memories and love.
    I lost my grandfather there 12 years old, and I still wonder why he is no longer there.
    It was also the first time that I was losing a loved one, I know the vacuum it leaves.

    I wish you always at the bottom of you keep the beautiful memories of times spent with him <3

  35. 13 April 2016 at 12:08

    Several years after, I also remember – and those little moments that you describe are still there.
    Cherry Blossom, This is my grandma; the black rocks Suchard is him; a certain music, a certain fabric that I touch, a particular moment that arises and a puff of lack and grief will invite without warning. The biggest regret : that they did not really know my lover, they would have loved it.
    It does not stop, never , but the hard angles of the absence to soften a bit… and it manages to accept these puffs without flee them. It's pretty this sentence “the invisible presence”.

  36. Frédérique Bourgeois
    13 April 2016 at 12:12


  37. Agnes jump
    13 April 2016 at 12:26

    Your tribute is sincere and I think that many of us feel the same emotions.

  38. 13 April 2016 at 12:36

    too sad, I have tears in my eyes to read you. It's hard the papis who go. It is hoped that in the realm of the papis, they will exchange their “tips” DIY, gardening and many others. Bon courage.

  39. 13 April 2016 at 12:44

    I often spend on your blog, but I had never left comments so far ( shame on me).
    Your article was particularly touched because I am exactly in the same situation as you.

    They say that time heals all wounds, but he never does pass the lack that can feel, When someone is no longer there.

    Courage to you :*

  40. 13 April 2016 at 12:53

    Magnifique cet article, He has something to be proud of you from the sky!

  41. 13 April 2016 at 12:58

    After this article I wanted to take you in my arms (It's pretty strange I admit) not by pity but because I totally understand what you feel.
    This is a super article natural and spontaneous and if write it you do good then it is the main.
    I would suggest you well a jam jar with mature garden of my grandparents but I am well bad in terms of jam.
    I send you good waves and I hope that this little passage empty dureras not long, Hence whether I also embrace your great father, who must be well proud of you today.

  42. 13 April 2016 at 12:59

    It is very beautiful your article and it shook me the heart, making me think to my papi to me who lives nearby and yet I have not seen for so long already, because it ages and it changes, It annoys quickly to the point that sometimes it bite… And yet it is my papi, who gasped making me huge sandwiches because I ate him all his bread, and who made me believe that a tree had pushed where I had planted my apricot kernel. There's no age to be sad because her grandfather lack us. Merci !

  43. 13 April 2016 at 13:08

    Your article has caused me the same emotions when I hear the song of Rose “Hello Beautiful”, a hint of nostalgia mixed with sweet memories and especially a wave of love for my papi, lui aussi disparu. Merci :)

  44. Patricia Chantal Petit
    13 April 2016 at 13:18

    Très bel hommage à cet homme qui m’a beaucoup apporté, une pensée pour toi JP aujourd’hui 😢

  45. 13 April 2016 at 13:26

    C’est un magnifique article, profond et émouvant. I lost my grandfather two years after having spend a lot of time with him during his final year, me too he had taught me to read the time, and when I think its makes me sad because there's nothing worse than losing someone in his life. Courage <3

  46. 13 April 2016 at 13:26

    Thank you all for your nice messages ;)

  47. 13 April 2016 at 13:31

    What Nice article ! I lost my first Grandpa at the age of 22 years and I forget ever all these beautiful moments with him. Mornings glued in front of the TV with my cousins watching tapes of drawings cartoons that he we recorded, parts of small horses or Trivial pursuit, watering with a jet of water in the garden summer days, the shows in the attic, … I understand your sorrow today. My Grandpa had 84 years Sunday, I would have liked as you hear his voice at the other end of the wire.

  48. 13 April 2016 at 13:45

    A few hours ago, this morning, I received the phone call saying that my Papi had died. Et là, in a sort of routine, trailing a bit on blogging that I appreciate waiting to take the road, This is that I came across your article… O as he reasons today.

  49. 13 April 2016 at 14:00

    I am sorry for you and I totally understand. Mine is gone two years ago and as I live far away I could not attend the funeral if only. I think that if one artistic fiber in the family it is partly thanks to him.
    But beyond this lack, We must live with and sometimes wonder what he would think.
    Me I found a few days ago a landscape that he had made in an old notebook to drawing. I'll frame it. His absence to deliver great value to these details.

  50. Taous Merakchi
    13 April 2016 at 14:17


  51. 13 April 2016 at 14:30

    I understand you too well … And reading you, tears came to me.
    I lost my grandma in 1985 (I had 5 years, elle 59), My pepe en 2005 (I had 25 years), and my papi in 2012 (I had 32ans, and I lived only for the 1st time …).

  52. 13 April 2016 at 14:47


  53. 13 April 2016 at 14:51

    I did not know that your gd-father had left last year … I understand this ke you feel …. me it's Grandpa Saheed and especially the absence of memere Maria which is difficult for me … but you were very young you at that time ….. big kisses.

  54. Lydia Amrouche
    13 April 2016 at 15:23

    Merci de partager ça ❤️

  55. Silvia Assis
    13 April 2016 at 15:31


  56. Vanessa Perroud
    13 April 2016 at 15:56

    Je ne laisse pas svt de com mais comme je viens juste de perdre mon grand-père tes mots m’ont touchés 🙂

  57. 13 April 2016 at 16:28

    Merci pour lui, merci pour nous ma chérie.
    C’est la chanson qui me trotte dans la tête tous les jours depuis le 22 mars.
    Laissez-moi pleurer

  58. 13 April 2016 at 16:47

    ah le deuilon pourrait en écrire des posts sur ce sujet….

    We forget too often that life is also death. But your papi had a nice busy life ( I not say easy eh fight against a disease is never easy). Then we remember good moments and we see that time soothe injuries. good luck and good wow under the shower if ya need! ( personal is nothing better than a long shower hot to cry, and cry it feels good )
    Go I end with a happy note, Keukenhof is open! You come when see tulips ?

  59. 13 April 2016 at 17:09

    I also lost my grandfather in April, in 2008, also tomorrow is the date or he is gone there is 8 yrs. Such when he is gone, I have a little cry, I even made a nervous laugh. This was not possible ! I sometimes still feel I'll see it again the next time I go on vacation in Poland see my family…
    You surely arms where you can you mitoufler, then I make shipments of thousands of bouquets of flowers for hope see a smile

  60. 13 April 2016 at 17:44

    This is a very nice article… and unfortunately I think that sooner or later it all faces this situation… Need alros play with happy memories…

  61. 13 April 2016 at 18:06

    I never comment or so I no longer remember… But I believe that this is the most beautiful text that you have ever written.
    It reminded me my papi I also lost last year. He was the last of my grandparents still alive.

  62. 13 April 2016 at 18:28

    I have not known my great fathers and my great mothers were not maternity model, then as grand mothers, I let you guess, so even if this does not console you I envy you, you've had a relationship of tenderness, amazing transmission with your grand father love and it is so beautiful and unforgettable that it is normal that you're inconsolable and think of him, It is to give a bit of immortality, It's powerful . You not console, continues to think him as and when sadness be turned into sweet tenderness and you'll be always happy thinking of him. Kisses my beautiful

  63. Eleonore Bridge
    13 April 2016 at 18:35

    Thanks for your nice words :)

  64. 13 April 2016 at 19:06


  65. 13 April 2016 at 19:22

    Very nice article .. So moving that it fits chills and tears in the eyes …

  66. 13 April 2016 at 19:35

    And it is because this kind of posts that your blog is so different from the others, richer, more human.
    And that is why I am reading you for years, afraid to leave a comment.
    Tonight I want to send you a big hug.
    “UM Abraço apertado”,

  67. 13 April 2016 at 19:47

    Courage to you. These tests leave large gaps… As soon as we start to pause our thoughts return to these beings dear. Because what what happens, We continue to love them, our papis.


  68. Julie Buis
    13 April 2016 at 20:45

    Quelle émotion 💔

  69. 13 April 2016 at 21:23

    This is beautiful. My papi is the last of my grandparents to be gone in 2013. I am an orphan of my papis and grandmas and I am very touched by your text. Next week my son will pass these first vacation with my parents, life goes on, the wheel is turning, each change of place to create new stories.

  70. 13 April 2016 at 22:25

    It is about you and this is, it's at your house ,and everything is perfectly consistent. This post does not clashes, It is different but it is a reflection of this “at your home” where you HomeWalking and where it feels good (“moved”, It can be well).

  71. Tiffany Barraco
    14 April 2016 at 1:31

    Very touching…

  72. Adeline Marshall
    14 April 2016 at 2:33

    Oh. <3

  73. 14 April 2016 at 11:10

    This is the first time I think that I will leave a comment, but there, I can only share your grief : I lost my own grandfather two months ago, He had also played the role of nanny when I was little, and now… vacuum, the absence… Your article touched me a lot and resonates in me.

  74. 14 April 2016 at 11:26

    it's pretty … I think it looks good to externalize these feelings, It makes it easier at least, less difficult to live. Courage for it, I kiss you …

  75. Chloé Benj
    14 April 2016 at 11:55

    Bel hommage

  76. 14 April 2016 at 12:46

    Moi aussi j’ai souvent le réflexe de vouloir appeler ma grand-mère pour lui raconter une petite chose ou lui donner des nouvelles, even 18 mois après son départ. Perdre un lien fort comme cela, ça ne s’efface pas.

  77. 14 April 2016 at 13:08

    un très bel hommage et une tendre réponse à ceux qui te disent que c’est dans l’ordre des choses de perdre ses grands parents

  78. 14 April 2016 at 13:31

    c’est la première fois que j’écris après des années de lecture de ce blog (pourquoi?).
    J’ai perdu mon grand -père fin 2015, et il me manque beaucoup. Like you, il était l’homme fort de ma famille composée presque que de filles (the poor), comme toi il a survécu à des opérations incroyables. Il a eu 1000 lives, et aujourd’hui mon coeur est plein de beaux souvenirs que nous avons partagés. Toute la tribu s’étiole peu à peu depuis son départ, et même si nous étions souvent en désaccord, nous nous retrouvions toujours autour de petits plaisirs simples.
    Une pensée pour toi et ton grand-père, et un câlin <3

  79. Lise Bédécé
    14 April 2016 at 13:47


  80. Germaine Arcadie
    14 April 2016 at 13:49

    Beau. Il faut exprimer tout ça.

  81. 14 April 2016 at 15:09

    Merci pour tes mots même si en commentant je distingue à peine ce que je suis en train d’écrire à cause des larmes qui m’envahissentMerci d’écrire ce que l’on ressent lorsque l’on père un être cherTu as eu la “chance” de profiter de tes grands parents pendant 34 it's amazing.
    Ton article me touche tout particulièrement car j’ai également perdu mon grand père il y a un mois et contrairement à toi j’ai énormément pleuré, j’ai été inconsolable pendant plusieurs joursEt cela apaise malgré tout :(
    Et à peine avais-je commencé mon deuil que mon second grand père, car oui j’avais, jusqu’à mes 29 years old, encore la chance d’avoir à mes côtés mes 4 grands parents, est gravement malade et ne fêtera peut-être pas ses 90 this year…
    Donc un grand merci pour tes mots et gardes tous ces souvenirsils font parmi de nous !

  82. Guylène Charès
    14 April 2016 at 15:49

    C’est un très bel hommage et ta pudeur le rend plus fort encore😢 bisous

  83. 14 April 2016 at 18:08

    Je m’y reconnais, positive mais plutôt sensible (et pleureuse !) lorsqu’il s’agit du passé et des petits choses par lesquelles nos chers disparus se rappellent à notre mémoire. Comme toi je me lance souvent dans de gros projets lorsqu’il y a une perte majeure dans ma vie. Mais une fois le projet mené à bien, je me retrouve (almost) au point de départ. Fortunately time soothes the suffering and crystallizes the good memories. Bon courage.

  84. 14 April 2016 at 18:24

    I am sorry for you, truly. Losing someone you love, It's really awful…

  85. Amelia Nymphea
    14 April 2016 at 18:29

    En route to a cremation in the Paul family, and having been brought up by my grandparents tears roll down my cheeks in the car and Paul has the vague look to your reading. Thank you for these words that you do not often pose by modesty

  86. 14 April 2016 at 18:32

    I have tears in my eyes, It is so beautiful and so sad at the same time. I lost my grandfather the 31 December 2015 your post makes me think of him in all his things I liked and that are no longer the ….
    Merci, <3 !

  87. 14 April 2016 at 19:01

    13 years after, I never really recovered from his death…By writing you, I almost have tears in the eyes. Je pensais qu’il ferait parti de ma vie pour toujours, comme il l’avait toujours été depuis que j’étais née, comme toi j’ai grandi chez mes grand-parents, mes nounous préférés ;) et cette proximité est dure à effacer.. Mon plus grand regret est qu’il n’ai jamais connu mon futur mari..
    Mais il m’a laissé de nombreux souvenirs, le goût des bonnes choses, l’amour de la cuisine et de mes proches.. Et je pense souvent en lui en espérant qu’il le sente où qu’il soit !

    I kiss you

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  89. 15 April 2016 at 5:39

    Quel beau portrait de ce grand-pere tu as fais la

  90. 15 April 2016 at 10:22

    C’est un magnifique hommage que tu écris pour ton grand-père… I believe that losing a loved one we remain still inconsolable, and it is only the life - that continues to advance- which eventually erase the pain to leave more than the simple and beautiful memories. Many thoughts for you, Eleanor, grief is unique to each, There is not a “best”, plus “reasonable” or “appropriate” the other.

  91. 15 April 2016 at 13:55

    Bon courage, tell yourself that it took his life and has had the good fortune to be Grandpa. I have 23 years and I lost my father and my sister; I have more than my mother. While benefits, take advantage of your loved.

  92. 15 April 2016 at 14:03

    Very nice and touching article… It's so hard to lose a loved one… It's tears. I have very little known several of my grandparents, mais ton article me rappelle quelques réminiscences bien enfouies dans ma mémoire de petite enfance. Je vous souhaite beaucoup de courage, à toi et à ta famille.

  93. 15 April 2016 at 20:47

    I sympathize, vraiment…
    J’ai perdu ma grand-mère à l’automne dernier, juste avant les terribles attentats parisiensCes deux évènements sans lien ont marqué, in my eyes, la véritable fin de l’enfance, as far as I am concerned (eh yes, even 30 ans passés et maman de deux petits bouts, je me sentais toujours “child” au fond de moiPlus maintenant, Sadly…)

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  95. 16 April 2016 at 19:06

    C’est un très bel article qui m’a profondément touchée et surtout un émouvant hommage à ton grand père.

  96. 18 April 2016 at 12:34

    Ouch les larmes sont montées sur leet pourtant je reste inconsolable”… Very nice text, very moving, c’est un bel hommage, qui nous parlé forcément. On n’est pas très famille chez moi non plus mais quand je vais chez ma grand-mère, ça me fait toujours bizarre de ne pas apercevoir cette silhouette au béret et gros bidon nous accueillir au portail en rigolant :). Le seul objet qu’il m’a donné quand j’étais petite, c’est une bobine de fil de pêche rouge, pour faire mes bracelets en perle, je l’ai toujours et j’y tiens ;). Merci pour cet article !

  97. 18 April 2016 at 18:44

    I have tears in my eyes… Merci pour ces mots que tu partages avec nous. 💕

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