title: Cœur de père

> 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.
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> “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.
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> The envelope read WHEN I’M GONE. I opened it.
> 
> <cite>*[When I’m Gone](https://medium.com/life-tips/when-i-m-gone-f1611ceb759f)* ([cache](/david/cache/21ae554febc2388a2abe696018dd7f1e/))</cite>

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