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« Comme le vent a forgé ses caresses sur les montagnes, le sol et le ciel, ces deux forces finalement lointaines, ont fini par s'entendre. Les montagnes ont approché le ciel, comme aimantées par une douce origine. Les étoiles ont imprimé la nuit. Le silence est devenu matière. Il y avait seulement ce son, le frémissement d'une onde au parcours instinctif. La pierre a compris le secret; elle a pardonné à l'âme de se mouvoir dans l'infini et a chargé le sol d'épouser sa vie pour que le murmure des étoiles s'écoule dans sa peau. Depuis, la transparence du ciel en brûle. » L. Morali, La route des vents (page du 28 octobre)
...While untangling the fish net. Moments when couples used to remember their own stories, and fond memories of the community. Me and my brother Henry remembered how our late little brother used to enjoy coming to his mom's camp.
...while he was supposed to watch my lunch over the fire!!
She will miss your presence because she loved your company everywhere she went, especially in the bush. Her door was always open for you as you were aware, because she loved you dearly. That is why she will always cherish your very last words to her: "I love you mom, you said, I love to see and watch you with my son." (Eulogy for a little brother)
We humanely always realized too, that something was missing in your life, something fundamental that all of your sisters and brothers enjoyed for a certain time; a father. (Eulogy for a little brother)
...we all feel much pain and sorrow during this moment of deep grief. But you can also guess that the mother that loved you so dearly feels this sadness the most. Her heart hurts like no one else's...In your absence, she hurts in the night. (Eulogy for a little brother)
There is a picture where your beautiful sister Jane, your mommy dearest, and myself sitting around a table, and you're standing in front of it with a glass of juice in one hand, and with the other hand, you're showing the peace sign. It is a wonderful picture because it illustrates what maybe unknowingly you sought in your trying moments of despair. Now you've found it... (Eulogy for a little brother)
The father that never got the honor and privilege to hold, kiss, hug you and say "Tshatshiden n'gosh!" to his last son. A son that never saw, knew, felt the touch of his father, is somthing tragic and heartbreaking. But we are consoled Marcel at the thought that you're now in peace. We are certain that, as we weep in painful sorrow, Dad has already, as he did for us, prepared the fire, the tea and some bannick, to receive his son with pride and the greatest joy and honor. (Eulogy for a little brother)
The season during which he arrived to this world, destiny has determined it would also be the season he leaves us all, unfortunately! (Eulogy for a little brother)
The bird had crashed into my back window early this morning and never made it. Then a call came later and the trembling voice at the other end of the line said:
- Your little brother was involved in a car accident early this morning _ pause _ He didn't make it! I crumbled.
