Bambi is still speechless since yesterday evening.
She sends her grieving heart to Glenn’s family, friends, and colleagues.
Perhaps eventually after finding a picture somewhere, she will try to manage to find words to honour Glenn’s memory and to thank him.
For now, Bambi will just tell him that Mr. Maé’s song makes her think of him because he was one of the kindest people she has met.
Indeed, some people are present in our lives for years in a unique way. We learn something from them. We spend precious times with them, whenever life allows it, and they remotely yet socially keep enriching us.
Excluding recent exchanged Christmas postcards, thanks to Louis’ historic annual tradition, the last email Bambi received from Glenn was in March 2021. Honoured by his gift-surprise to her spouse/her (ie., a mailed book), she wrote to thank him. He kindly replied fast. She felt happiness and pride when she noticed his professional signature, at the end of the email, about his new position. Like all of us, his colleagues must be shocked now. Condolences to everyone, especially those who saw him and paid tribute to him last, without knowing that life would be that cruel (Peter).
Regardless of life cruelty, death reminds us that we are all heading there. It is just a question of timing. May Glenn Brown’s memory be eternal and may his family members find the courage to face their shock and long sorrow journey.
Bambi will stop here, ending this post with the song in question. It is in French. For your convenience, an English translation of its beautiful lyrics follows it.
The People (taken from: https://bit.ly/41j9ZVb)
“There are Travellers
There are people who travel
People who stay
And people passing through
There are people who [glide by/drift] 1
And those at rock bottom
People who sleep
And Jean d’Ormessons
There are winter people
And there are divergents
People who hope
And people from Abidjan
And people of the North, people of the South
Sweet lives
And hard lives
And there are happy people
Sad souls who sleep outside
And there are happy people
And others who handle gold
There are aristocrats
And there are workers
There are kind people, police officers
Junkies and delinquents
People who cry, people who laugh
Teddy Riners and Carla Brunis
There are Jean Valijeans
Who swallow down their sorrow (2)
Yes, people who cause grief
People who love and who come together
Different people who we resemble
And there are happy people
Sad souls who sleep outside
And there are happy people
And others who handle gold
There are night owls
And early birds
People who get bored
Modelling agents
There are people who get on your nerves
And people who [calm them] (3)
People who dream
Of the lives of others
There are fickle people
And there are reliable people
Disappointing people and remarkable people
People of the East
People of the West
People who go
Others who stay
And there are happy people
Sad souls who sleep outside
And there are happy people
And others who handle gold
And disgruntled people, disgraceful people*
Mad people, shopkeepers
There are down-to-earth people, people who are alone
Lucky people and humble people
There are lovers, leaders
People who brave it
And brave people
There are gay people and sergeants
And amongst all that
And amongst all that, us two
And amongst all that, us two
Amongst all that, us two
Amongst all that, us two
And amongst all that, us two“.
