{"id":5901,"date":"2025-02-26T16:06:18","date_gmt":"2025-02-26T15:06:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fondation-nicolasgigot.org\/i-opened-your-door\/"},"modified":"2025-02-26T16:06:18","modified_gmt":"2025-02-26T15:06:18","slug":"i-opened-your-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fondation-nicolasgigot.org\/en\/i-opened-your-door\/","title":{"rendered":"I opened your door…"},"content":{"rendered":"
I opened your bedroom door, as if I was going to find you there.<\/p>\n
It’s as if, by some miracle, you’re still there, slumped over on your big bed, a mischievous look on your face, ready to say to me with that little smirk: \u201cOh yes, I’m still lounging, Mum…\u201d.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, it all came back: the mess in your room, your eclectic decor, the happy chaos that presents you so much.<\/p>\n
I almost thought I saw you, heard you breathing, felt your presence… Then your little brother’s voice brought me back to reality. Your little brother… who, in six weeks’ time, will be 19. <\/p>\n
Your age frozen forever. I wanted to tell you something. <\/p>\n
Bruno, your friend – Nounours to his friends – is about to become a father.<\/p>\n
And immediately, the memories took me back to July 9, 2020… That day when Bruno, Math\u00e9o, Largo and Paulo and I were on the banks of the Rh\u00f4ne in Lyon, trying to forget the anguish that was eating away at us.<\/p>\n
We laughed and joked about your future wheelchair, imagining you racing bikes with your child.<\/p>\n
The choice of godfather had even become a serious matter, a heated discussion that had ended in a fight between Bruno and Paulo.<\/p>\n
In the end, Fany and I decided on you: Largo.<\/p>\n
But the laughter and lightness hid our pain.<\/p>\n
We tried desperately to pretend that everything was normal, while you, at that very moment, were in the operating room, facing an ordeal that no one should have to go through: the amputation of your second leg!<\/p>\n
If life had decided otherwise, I’m sure Bruno would have chosen you as godfather for his child.<\/p>\n
I closed the door to your room, leaving behind me these memories both sweet and cruel.<\/p>\n
But this time, I smiled. Because life goes on, even if it doesn’t go on as planned. <\/p>\n
Because on February 26, you would have turned 24… but for me, you’re still that young man of 19, eternally frozen in time.<\/p>\n
I love you, my son.<\/p>\n
Mom.<\/p>\n