Jean

For almost sixty years, my brother Jean blessed our lives with his profound love and unwavering generosity. An unpredictable man of excessive character, he did everything with passion: eating and drinking of course, but also working as an accomplished landscaper, or as he preferred to call himself, a farmer.
Of all the gifts I received from him, the most precious is the love of gardening, and to this day, I cannot see a flower without thinking about him
I have a lot of fond memories of the times we spent together – and one regret: We never did go bicycling on the flat lands of Vendee. It was one of our projects. I can only imagine what an adventure it would have been in his company.