At first I did not want to write anything.
Then I thought, well, it's a part of your life, it deserves to be mentioned. I wrote and rewrote. I deleted a veritable thesaurus of grief; I wanted precious sentences about pain and the cessation of pain. Then I wanted to say sisters come in many different shapes and sizes. Also I thought I'd write about London, Nicaragua, mojitos and high-heeled shoes. How some people make you a better person, how life is harder when they are taken away, and how the world is not right. I thought about orphans, and loneliness. I wrote a lot.
It went on and on. Then I thought, this blog is about saying as much as I can in as few words as possible.
So here it is: courage, and grace.
And this will have to do.
4 commentaires:
Magnifique post et très belle photo... de l'or et du courage, un ciel bleu qui tend les bras, accueillant et souriant, et puis d'énormes bises au passage.
Merci beaucoup...
Et le ciel a plutôt intérêt à être accueillant, parce que c'est une VIP qui vient de le rejoindre.
je suis sûre que ça sera le cas parce qu'il sait ce qu'il risque sinon è___é nos foudres sont légendaires....
Ouais ! La vengeance sera terrible !! (Et c'est comme ça qu'on finit en petit tas de cendres pour avoir défié les dieux... :D)
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