I recently came across this in a book I’m reading……….. it deserves sharing:

Professor Jacques Decour was executed by the Nazis at the age of 32 for his activity in the French Resistance in the second world war. As he was waiting for death, he wrote a beautiful letter to his family, which is extraordinarily moving. Here’s what he said:


“Now each of us is preparing to die……..We are preparing, thinking about what is to come, about what is going to kill us without our being able to do anything to defend ourselves…….This is truly the moment of us to remember love.  Did we love enough? Did we spend hours a day marvelling at other people, being happy together, feeling the value of contact, the weight and the worth of hands, eyes, bodies? Do we yet really know how to devote ourselves to tenderness? Before we pass away in the trembling of an earth without hope, it is time to become entirely and definitely, love, tenderness, and friendship, because there is nothing else.  We must swear to think of nothing any more but loving, opening our souls and our hands, looking with our best eyes, clasping what we love tightly to ourselves, walking free from anxiety and radiant with affection.”