larlet-fr-david/david/stream/2015/10/18/index.md

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.

“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.