My grand father died last week - he was 97. He lived a long and healthy life and died very peacefully.
I grew up with him and yet realized I did not really know him. He was “escaping” home as often as he could to play pétanque with his friends.
At the funeral there was of course many family members I had not seen in years, and although it was a very sad moment, it was also good to catchup with everyone and hear some family stories and get to know my grandpa more.
I am very therefore thankful for this sad moment, as I decided to write a letter to my 93 y.o grand mother and ask her to tell me her story and not hear it from other people at her funeral.
Je t’aime Grand Père