Yours, Mine, and Ours

Depositphotos_3853142_xsWe got goodbye kisses from the kids before they left for school. I felt surprised at how sad I felt doing this, realizing our time here was over. Luc helped us fit our packs around the seats in his van. Mary Ange gave us one last hug.

At the train station, Luc walked us to our platform. “Every station in France has these.” He gathered our tickets and inserted the ends into a yellow metal box. “Very important to validate them before you get on the train.” He said. “Or else the conductor will . . .” He made a gesture of kicking a ball.

Man, I was going to miss Luc – and missing somebody I would meet on this trip was not something I’d anticipated at all. It also made me realize it had been a long time since I’d had a good friend – a guy friend – somebody that I hung out with regularly that shared similar interests with me. Back home I had lots of friends I’d met through work or Donna or the kids, but I didn’t have somebody like Luc. Somebody I could get really excited about being around – fun and wise - like the older brother I never had.

Our train arrived. Donna and the kids gave Luc a big hug. We’d known him only two days, yet it seemed like saying goodbye to someone we’d known for years. The train’s brakes made so much noise pulling in that I couldn’t hear what Luc was saying to Donna. He turned to me and shook my hand. I got one last wink, but this time his eyes were more serious than I’d seen before. We found our seats and began settling our packs. The kids looked out the window to see if Luc was doing anything funny – but the train had been rolling so fast he was already out of sight. As quickly as he’d come into our lives, he was gone.

I sat across from Donna and noticed her eyes were misty I touched her hand. “So, what did he say to you?”

She smiled. “He wants us to consider them our French family.”

NEXT:  Paris, a Whopper of a City

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