+ 65 years old

Whether it’s your spouse, your mother, a grandparent, a brother, a sister, grief is always an ordeal. There is no hierarchy in pain. But losing your husband, your wife, the person with whom you shared your days and nights, is a violent trauma. “Let the words” for better or for worse” were or were not pronounced one day, writes Dr. Christophe Fauré, psychiatrist, in his essay Vivre le deuil au jour au jour (Albin Michel), we had welcomed with joy the best and we had tried to accommodate the worst, but we had quickly forgotten this “until death separated us”…”As for the future, the dreams we had developed and cherished together, the trips we would one day have time to make, the grandchildren we would see grow up together, we must also mourn them.” *