I started off my posts of this week saying it was a very emotional one for me right? And how I survive far from what you read here and there!
So by now the reasons are obvious. My book goes Live on Paper back this coming monday and for me that is the immortalization of my life.
That is the evidence of my journey so far and that is the story of a kid with a hurt who turns out the way she does, but who never gives up.
Several reasons have kept me going most important of which are my sons. My three Musketeers. The real men in my life!
These two are equally special because they are my Shepherd and my Angel.
David Lumière my Shepherd
And Ange Gabriel my Angel
Well, since the Angel announced the good news to the Shepherd according to the ‘nativity’, I titled my post putting the Angel first.
As you could read in my book, their names were carefully chosen. David has an entire chapter and so does Gaby. Alain does too.
Here I focus on the Angel role and the Shepherd role of my boys.
Gaby has always made me relive my childhood by being a real copy of the ‘yummy’ kid I was.
He brings me ‘peace’ and ‘warmth’ and is so like an Angel in his understanding and behaviour. He told me he knows I am very far away in a country called Belgium and he knew why I was there.
He is curiously also an angel like to his siblings hence he has been named the commander.
Could we talk of last but not the least? Could we talk of age being nothing but a number? At four, he amazes and frankly for his last birthday, I told a few people he was turning five before I used my fingers to count the years.
as he loves being called, is a Shepherd in every sense. He is so gentle both with himself and with us all. He does everything slowly but very nicely. he takes care of his stuffs like the Shepherd does his sheep.
At seven, his hand writing is smooth to say the least and the efforts he makes in school where he studies in both English and French, leave everyone amaze for someone who speaks so little and is often at the mercy of his kid bother Gaby.
Yes, both my Angel and my Shepherd are physically oceans and million of miles away from me, but they are very much in me every second of my existence.
They are not even living together with Alain to make matter more sad. They actually get to see each other only when either of their ‘other parents’ decide so but I know those visits keep them going too.
Dear gentle followers of mine, permit me to leave you today with this concise but precise letter from my Shepherd: