Elodie and I lost a close friend yesterday. 41 years old, one boy about the same age as Mila. He was a force of nature and was the impersonification of kindness.
He used to call me “mama Nutella” (I let you guess why).
We feel terribly sad for the friend we lost, for the pain his wife is going through and his boy who is going to grow up without his dad. I feel like yelling.
One week away from Dad’s one year death anniversary, we had done our utmost to remain positive, to focus on the good things that life offers, to fill the past 12 months with lots of travels and happy memories…and that happens.I don’t really feel like talking too much. I’m off to Barcelona later on today. I don’t care about much right now…I just wanted to let you know where I’m at and while life throws me more lemons to make some flipping lemonade nobody wants, I’ll try to hang out like a reed that bends but doesn’t break. xoxo