A tree remembers those things
There is a room where his music echoes, a kitchen where the aroma of
past culinary masterpieces seems somehow to linger, a desk where his
words jump off the page of his book .
There is a cat who will sit on his computer and wait.
There are friends who will hold him close to their hearts, treasuring
every time they were with him, every conversation, every walk , every
long engaging dinner.
There is a wife and partner who has traveled life's roads with
him and gifted him with unconditional love and friendship. He will live
on in her, in his children , grandchildren and friends.
There is a street in Paris that is starkly quiet trying to remember the sound of his footsteps
A street remembers those things
There is a fruit tree in Provence which has bent its limbs to weep for his loving touch
A tree remembers those things
He will never be forgotten
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