# Cœur de père

2015-10-18

> Then, my father was once again a father to me. With a shoebox under her arm, a nurse came by to comfort me. The box was full of sealed envelopes, with sentences where the address should be. I couldn’t understand exactly what was going on. The nurse then handed me a letter. The only letter that was out of the box.

> “Your dad asked me to give you this letter. He spent the whole week writing these, and he wants you read it. Be strong.” the nurse said, holding me.

> The envelope read WHEN I’M GONE. I opened it.

> When I’m Gone (cache)

Je ne pense pas que j’aurais été aussi ému en lisant ce texte il y a deux ans. Touché.

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