“It was the summer holidays of 2024, at the beginning of July. I was at my paternal grandmother’s house, in Brittany, with my younger brother. We were watching a football match. The phone rang, it was my mother. She said my father was in the hospital and we had to go home. So, with my grandmother, we got into the car. She traveled 500 kilometers without showing any pain, to the suburbs of Rouen, where we lived. We sat down, and my mother told us that our father had died one day. the night before, July 4-5. I remember after that, we went to our room, I called the friends who mattered most to me, to tell them they were sorry, they asked how I was doing, cheered me up… And then everything happened very quickly, we did a lot of things to keep ourselves busy and not think about it.
My father is a care worker in a nursing home, but he is on sick leave because he has cancer. He didn’t have much luck in his life, he already had it at the age of 5, which made him visually impaired. Three years ago he got a new one. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s spreading everywhere. When I found out, I can’t describe what impact it had on me, I didn’t have very strong emotions. This is the first time I’ve seen him cry. I realized what was happening, I knew one day he would die. But at the same time he is very active. In the family, we all make music, we write, we paint, together with my brother we also make films. Even though he was sick, my father continued everything, painting, making us food. He even wrote a book. He is very energetic!
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