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   ——————– The family would like to request that all donations to go to Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) — an international, medical humanitarian organization that is also private and not-for-profit: http://www.msf.org/