blue eyes was that of little Louis, born in 1917, ten years younger than her only sister, Jeannie. This
blue eyes was that of a schoolboy forced and forced to speak French school and read the catechism Breton, two injunctions compelling that have long characterized.
Later, around 14 years, was working time, first in the mills before the resumption of the family farm that has always kept true to the promise he made to his mother. This
blue eyes was also a man who in his time, loved music and long, loved to waltz.
And most was her look small Breton farmer, hardworking, stubborn, enterprising, committed to working together with its neighbors and lifelong friends with whom he shared the moments of relaxation, after the Mass and the Mass and bocce, dominoes.
importantly, the look was sometimes sad, sometimes tempestuous, sometimes laughing a husband, a father, a grandfather who remain rooted in our hearts.
And then, shortly after the evening Angelus, he lowered his guard and closed his eyes.
This April morning, the day has risen again over the rolling countryside of La Roche Maurice but he was very foggy, wet morning without his blue eyes.
