Journal Entry: Sat Jan 23, 2016, 6:19 AM
Two days ago, Hubby's chosen father left this earth... his heart failed him and he went to the other side, where, I hope, he'll be happy forever... but we are going to miss his smile, his jokes, his generosity and positive way of seeing things...
When I met Chouca (it's his nickname, from his childhood... it's the French name for the Western Jackdaw, a beautiful and chatty mountain bird), 15 years ago, my future husband told me: "I'm gonna introduce you to my family: my mom, my dad, my sister, my godfather... but my Godfather, for me, is my real dad: he brought me up, taught me so many things, has always been there for me... so I hope you two get along, because you are the 2 most important people in my life..."... needless to say, I was rather nervous.... but really, I shouldn't have been nervous...Chouca was one of the sweetest people I've ever met... we got on really well immediately... we could talk about everything, from politics to cooking (he used to work in a chocolate factory), from relationships to History, from sports to art: he was interested in everything, open-minded and, even when we disagreed, we never argued.
He retired 12 years ago, and used the time he had helping other people around him, teaching me bowling, playing petanque and cards with his friends, giving us a lot of love, time and happiness... After a while, he decided to stop driving, so I offered to drive him once a week to do the shopping. We had wonderful moments and always had lunch after the shopping. When I told him I wanted to pay for lunch, he always said: "you and your Hubby are my heirs, my family... but I'd rather give you things while I'm alive and share the good times with you, than leave you with a lot of money and sadness when I'll be gone." He was just awesome in his simple ways.
We've shared a lot of things... he told us about funny things from his childhood, we went twice to the Alps together for a weekend, I used to help him plant new flowers every season on his mother's grave... and now, he's going to be buried just next to her and, though I'm sure he's now watching over us with her, I can't help being sad, because I'm going to miss him, a lot...
He used to say "when I'll be gone, you mustn't be sad... you must party for me and remember all the fun we had together..." ... it won't be easy, Chouca, but I promise you I'll try...
Listening to: Guy Béart - les Couleurs du Temps
Reading: HP - HBP
Watching: BBT - new season
Playing: Never Alone
Drinking: Orange Pekoe Tea