Five hours drive
through magnificent countryside
to an area I had never seen
Aix les Bain.
We went for one night
while there we walked by the lake
Yann told me that
during WWII a German plane crashed into it
two people drown and the other two were rescued.
Germany in turn released four French prisoners.
Random conversation.
We came to attend Yann’s cousin’s funeral
who died of covid… healthy, no underline conditions, loved enormously, a generous figure in the community.
Tragic.
He had his first vaccine, though a few days later he came down with covid. His wife went everyday for two months to the hospital that was an hour and a half of an hour away to see her beloved.
Hours in a car gave plenty of room
for reflection… the faith she mustered to endure and let go.
Returning home…
A tractor in the distance works up the ground.
My thoughts held my brother, my cousins Julie and Jeanne, my friend Cynthia who died earlier this year, my Aunt Louie…
and the baby girl who Chelsea is carrying.
Life
this road
with ever changing landscape and play of light
two birds fly by
the sound of the engine like a heart beat
and Yann sitting by my side.
Adieu Eric
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