Goodbye to a Good Man

My mum and dad are very, very sad because John Bastable, one of their very best friends, has died. They had known John—and his wife, Sue—since they first arrived in Provence more than 15 years ago, which seems to a puppy like a very long time. I liked John, and I think that he liked me, and I know my dad is right when he says that John was, in every way, ‘a good man’.

So, I’m sad, too. And, I don’t know how to make things better. All I can do is keep a very close eye on my mum and dad—which, believe me, I’m doing—and hope that their many fond memories of John will help them overcome their sadness.

Poor Sue. I hope she knows how much we love her.

John with his wife and stepdaughters