A letter from May 12, 2023

Hi Nina, We're writing this letter whilst listening to Floyd's song (To Built a Home - Patrick Watson). I don't know what to say. We're grieving his loss. Right now I can't even remember what happened this year, except this. Everything else seems so futile. Let's try anyway. Last year, we asked how's the sabbatical. As you know, it stopped being a sabbatical, and you stopped your license in Psychology because it was better for your mental health. You abandoned your dream to become a psychologist. We just started working for Essilor, which is a great job, you love it. But you kinda feel guilty about forgetting your dream. I hope we feel better about this in your present. The good news is we stopped working at Starbucks, and this was our best decision. We don't have any news about the diagnosis. I hope we do someday. Patrick Watson. Man, I wish he knew how much he meens to us. To me right now. How his music helps me grieve, helps me think of Floyd in a positive light. His show was the best we ever saw. And I'm pretty sure, the best we will ever see. It was magical. This year, we started to do things that makes us anxious, but happy. To rewind a little bit, we listened to a dude playing on the streets for ours, and went to talk to him to tell him how amazing he was, and the only sound coming from us was "haaaaaa". We got our newandmorethanawesome appartment. We saw green line marching bend in a technology festival (kinda ?) and talked to them even though it was terrifying. We saw Tom Odell. We cried so much. We saw many little bands in concerts, it was amazing. We went on vacation for a little bit. And we saw Arctic Monkeys live. You cried a lot. Again. You started to embrace your religion a little bit more. You saw Vincent Tirel and Florend Dorin at the premiere of Le Visiteur du Futur. You started boxing. And stopped. You set bounderies. Mom and Fred got engage. You went to a conference. New year's eve was not the best party you had (but was clearly not the worst either). You reconnected to your family. You're healing your inner child. And you got tattooed . To sum up, you stared to enjoy life. And I can't help but to think that's why Floyd left now. Because we're happy, and he knew that this is the moment where we could handle it. Because he stayed throughout our depression. He was always there. And if he had left when we were thinking of ending it, we wouldn't be here right now. Our little Floyd was the smartest. The kindest and most unbelievable cat you can imagine. You know we're not in the best mood right now, so we won't be super positive about the futur. Bon courage for the year to come. I hope this was the worst part, or help me Gods, we know we can't handle anymore for this year, and the next years to come. But know that you are loved. I love you, always. And I am super proud of you. Of us. Kindly Past Nina