Ah, my cousin Christine, Julie’s sister sent me this photo today.
When Yann and I were newlyweds living in Paris, Julie came to visit. She would come visit us many many times as the years came and went.
Julie and I were 30 years old.
In this trip visiting us we went through Paris’ famous underground illegally, climbing on telephone wires with rubber boats we bought in Bon Marche for 150 Francs. It was probably the most daring, outrageous, thrilling experience I had ever had. An eye opener to a world underneath Paris.
Julie told Yann her favorite FRENCH words to say out loud: Poubelle, Gendarmes, Pamplemousse and Libellule. I did not know any of those words at the time. But I remember me and agree they sound pretty:
Poubelle – Garbage can
Gendarmes – Police
Pamplemousse – Grapefruit
Libellule – Dragonfly.
It was the last time I had that style of haircut as nobody knew how to cut my hair like that in France.
In my mind’s eye this is how Julie looks, this is how she looked in my dream the other night.
My cousin, my dear cousin, resides in a rest home now as she is incapable of caring for herself. I bought an airline ticket and I will be in California in September on her birthday.
Whenever I think about her which is often, I well up. When I saw this photo I was thankful of the love we have shared, of our bond, of the numerous memories I hold.
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