Last night I felt Juliette rolling her eyes at me as she used to, in her long-suffering way – I was a figure of fun for her, often. She seemed to be saying, ‘but I had a whole lifetime, Mummy,’ as though I didn’t understand. Looking through my bereaved parent books I found a quote I used to head one of the chapters in her book, and I couldn’t remember where I’d got it from. I’m going to try and hold on to this thought at the moment.
“We cannot judge a biography by its length, by the number of pages in it; we must judge it by the richness of the contents. . . Sometimes the ‘unfinisheds’ are among the most beautiful symphonies.”
VICTOR FRANKL from Men’s Search for Meaning.
Juliette was a special little girl that lit up every room she was in. Except when she didn’t feel well, she was never still. She lived life intensely, beautifully and mischievously. To her it was a full life. It’s only the rest of us who feel she was robbed, that we were robbed.
|Juliette, Pierre and Elodie|