Because our world can be a little weird… even Buddhist monks can get caught by the spell of the portable phone….

Stay safe and strong, this too shall pass..

F

ps this is the drawing I was working on when my father was suffering of cancer. I had flown from the States to accompany him, and as I knew my mother would be in denial, and not supportive (“difficult personnality” barely begins to cover how horrendous she can be). He was happy that I stayed with him, to comfort him and accompany him in his last weeks, and so was I , even if I was crushed by sorrow and grief. Yet, I had been drawing every day, by his bedside, chatting and listeing to music together, while my mother , complained, grumbled, raged or whimpered about him being so sick, and me being there, with my dying father (she had always been jealous of our bond). I showed him my progress, he liked my drawings.

I did not finish this one before he passed, so he did not see it completed. Therefore this one is particularly dear to me. We wanted to create a cookbook together this coming summer… well, It’s gonna be without him, sadly., if I ever tackle the project… I am so heartbroken , moourning and grieving deeply.

But life must ho on, we must keep our projets in mind and on the horizon, right? I must finish also my book on the dystpoian world I began in 2018 ( which I reead soem chapters to him), I must advance in the writing of the book about the ordeals of maintaining a family house (parody/humour genre, kinda the bio of the summer country family house), and I must make progress on the biography I started, about the 2nd great grand father, Joseph G., creator of the 1st AOC viticole ( label of quality and protection for wine in France), whose legacy I want, like my mother, to keep alive .

But life happens and slows us down. esp. when we’re grieving, like I am.

We’ll see.