A mon cher ami, Wilfred Andre Houle
A dear friend of my husband and me, one of the two priests who married us, died in 2009 of a particularly vicious form of Alzheimers. He never deserved this and the very thought of it angers me beyond belief. Yet while he finished his years in a care facility, he was known by his caregivers for his kindness. That makes my heart sing, because they saw him as I did: a good and decent man who gave his life for others. This is for you, Andy. By Antoine de SAINTE Exupery:
All men have the stars… but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For other they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You — you alone — will have the stars as no one else has them… In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content to have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky!