Saturdays are for Weddings

Saturdays are not black ties and funerals. For those of you who are regular followers of the blog you will recall that Saturdays have been renamed “naughty Saturdays” as Maxime and I head off to the stables for our normal day out which includes dirt, pony rides, young girls, chicken nuggets and ice cream. Today however was definitely more “Tearful and Sad Saturday”. I was up at 6AM and the swirling warm winds and the pink and grey sky meant the whole day smelt of death from the outset. I drove 2.5 hours to the funeral of Cathy and Jean picking up some friends on the way. With over 700 people turning up at the cathedral in Tarbes, it was a very moving affair. Cathy’s mum stood up and talked about the overriding sense of unfairness that plagued the family. Jean’s mother, who had lost her husband only a couple of years earlier, had written a poem which was read out at the end of the service by another family member. It was the most poignant moment of the service. She talked of how Jean had wished to take his “gazelle” to Marrakech and how in Cathy, he had found his Eldorado. She also talked about how her love for Jean would be the reason why she would continue despite the immense sadness she felt in her heart. The poem then finished with a message to the terrorists; she said she would always love them.