{"id":7594,"date":"2021-02-18T06:08:34","date_gmt":"2021-02-18T05:08:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=7594"},"modified":"2021-02-18T06:08:34","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T05:08:34","slug":"clin-doeil-a-travers-le-miroir-un-jour-pas-comme-les-autres-dans-un-sanatorium","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=7594","title":{"rendered":"CLIN D\u2019\u0152IL A TRAVERS LE MIROIR \/UN JOUR PAS COMME LES AUTRES DANS UN SANATORIUM\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Epson_17022021154145-1024x871.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-7595\" width=\"562\" height=\"478\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Epson_17022021154145-1024x871.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Epson_17022021154145-300x255.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Epson_17022021154145-768x653.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Epson_17022021154145.jpg 1524w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 562px) 100vw, 562px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>             Je ne sais o\u00f9 tu es partie, Tante Elisabeth Klaenshi, dit\u00a0<em>Tante Lumi\u00e8re,\u00a0<\/em>mais le petit gar\u00e7on de sept ans, se souvient encore de cette journ\u00e9e de gr\u00e2ce que tu lui avais offerte, durant l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 1965. Malade en son sanatorium de\u00a0<em>Rh\u00f4ne Azur\u00a0<\/em>\u00e0 Brian\u00e7on,trait\u00e9 pour une tuberculose pulmonaire, \u00e9loign\u00e9 de ses parents depuis presque deux ann\u00e9es, tu vins me visiter un jour de soleil et m\u2019offrir une \u00e9chapp\u00e9e de joie, de quelques heures qui sont rest\u00e9es grav\u00e9es \u00e0 jamais dans mon c\u0153ur, et mieux encore, dans mon \u00e2me de petit gar\u00e7on. Les visites \u00e9taient si rares \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9poque\u2026La mort m\u2019avait effleur\u00e9 de son souffle glacial et mis du brouillard dans les fen\u00eatres\/alv\u00e9oles de mes poumons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le temps est pass\u00e9, inexorablement, mais je me souviens encore de la luminosit\u00e9 de ces instants pr\u00e9cieux qui sont rest\u00e9s en moi comme des balises dans ma vie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Comment oublier ce que tu m\u2019as donn\u00e9 de vivre dans la d\u00e9sesp\u00e9rance d\u2019une sorte d\u2019abandon&nbsp;? Je n\u2019avais plus de larmes, la nuit, \u00e0 pleurer entre mes draps.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ivresse de cette journ\u00e9e sans fin qui continue de m\u2019habiter encore aujourd\u2019hui. Et quand je regarde ces photos jaunies, vaguement s\u00e9pia, les larmes me viennent aux yeux. Je n\u2019ai pas oubli\u00e9\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tante Lumi\u00e8re, de l\u2019autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 du miroir, tu es rest\u00e9e \u00e0 jamais mon ange-gardien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Que Dieu, que tu c\u00f4toyais si bien, en sa bienveillance et en son amour te garde pr\u00e9cieusement aupr\u00e8s de lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Un jour, peut-\u00eatre, je viendrais encore te remercier et t\u2019embrasser pour ce jour d\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 que tu m\u2019as octroy\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De l\u2019autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de ce miroir, si fin, si fragile et t\u00e9nu\u2026Je retrouverai ce petit gar\u00e7on qui \u2013 \u00e0 son tour, cette fois-ci- viendra te rendra visite pour te dire encore mille fois merci&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Avec toi et par ta gr\u00e2ce, l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 aura ce go\u00fbt de bonheur surann\u00e9 d\u2019une journ\u00e9e qui n\u2019a \u2013d\u00e9cid\u00e9ment- plus de fin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                                         <strong>\u00a9 Laurent BAYART<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                                         18 f\u00e9vrier 2021<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Je ne sais o\u00f9 tu es partie, Tante Elisabeth Klaenshi, dit\u00a0Tante Lumi\u00e8re,\u00a0mais le petit gar\u00e7on de sept ans, se souvient encore de cette journ\u00e9e de gr\u00e2ce que tu lui avais offerte, durant l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 1965. Malade en son sanatorium de\u00a0Rh\u00f4ne Azur\u00a0\u00e0 Brian\u00e7on,trait\u00e9 pour une tuberculose pulmonaire, \u00e9loign\u00e9 de ses parents depuis presque deux ann\u00e9es, tu vins &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=7594\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">CLIN D\u2019\u0152IL A TRAVERS LE MIROIR \/UN JOUR PAS COMME LES AUTRES DANS UN SANATORIUM\u2026<\/span>  <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog-notes"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4doc5-1Yu","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7594"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7597,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7594\/revisions\/7597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}