Jean Graton

Dad at 55. Brussels, 1978.

Jean Graton

This very morning, a woefully small group gathers for a final farewell to my father, and to accompany him to the Ixelles cemetery so he may at long last be reunited with his wife Francine… how he longed for her. In the pocket of his last suit, as he had wished, a photo of Gurval, my brother lost too soon. I, I keep this photo that I took of him when I was 17 years old. I find in his eyes the infinite benevolence of a loving father, and discover that you’re never too old to feel like an orphan.