Sometimes few words are needed, had I not been to Conques and witnessed its magic before I’d have much to say. My time with the kid’s here, sleeping in the monastery garden, sitting in pews with Jean Michel as I thought the monk was playing the House of the Rising Sun on the organ (actually he’s not, he’s playing a French song to the same music) and listening to the story of the Tympanum is captured in my post five years ago. Sadness as dear Jean Michel would share with me in these pews that he had cancer and that it was extreme and he had not long to live, though he fought. I would be in Croatia two years ago where I would answer a call from his wife telling me Jean Michel had lost his battle with cancer, she and I had never met but did meet via our only Facetime post-Camino, but she shared how much he loved my kids and family.
Our very sad byes to Laurence and 'Boiz' would leave us in tears in the morning…
a very difficult Goodbye ….
We wanted them to stay but school calls… maybe a chance, a small chance if timing correct to meet in Spain towards the end. It might be wishful thinking…
A huge void as we leave Conques for what is a steep incline for about an hour exactly …
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