This is one of the quaint aspects of living (and dying) in a small French village. The mayor posts your death notice up in front of his office.
posted by Libby @ 9:31 AM
lundi, septembre 04, 2006
This is one of the quaint aspects of living (and dying) in a small French village. The mayor posts your death notice up in front of his office.
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1 Comments:
Quaint, no. decent and caring - Yes. In the hurly-burly of modern life, we have forgotten that sense of community and connectiveness. I couldn't make out the bulk of the notice, but living where you do you might have known the deceased. If so, please accept my sympathies. I just buried my aunt - 95 years old and sharp as a tack until this past year. It's never easy losing someone, even those who have been on the peripheryof one's life. Makes one thankful for what one has left. Forgive any spelling and grammatical mistakes. My right arm (dominant side) is in a cast, and two of my right ribs are fractured - hurt, hurt.
Anyway, take care of yourself and hug your family close.
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