Frassati liked to say that "the path chosen by the fair is the most difficult but as short as it can go to heaven. "
My last memory of Clement is a starting end of the harvest. He was rather handsome, he left in his 2CV, family I believe, jolly, cheerful, just tired from two weeks of work or did not showing.
I had known four years ago when we had to install bare in Annecy. New school, new class, new friends. It was but also in third in another class. Regardless, when one is made for each other, we find ourselves. His group of friends I immediately accepted. We met as the Scouts. He began, I took some arresting, anyway this group was welded and remained long after ... and still is despite the distances that are imposed on all.
The years go by, I quickly departed Annecy while keeping it a foothold family. Clement is one of the friends I have not seen. Always very attentive, he watched to bring together the world when I knew in the corner, kept me abreast of new homegrown Annecy. Never critical, always positive, and he disagreed with a point of view, he could say without a second thought wrong, I have noticed on several occasions, at worst he abstained.
The years we were apart and our interviews were fewer but still made for special occasions that mark. Notably, the day after my 21 years, we started with some of them to the Pointe Percee in the Aravis. I have fond memories of this output over dinner her parents who had left us the house for the occasion. The evening was very lively.
Clem during the ascent of the peak breakthrough! 
After that I knew he was doing well since the Internet does wonders in terms of communication and without seeing each other, we manage to give news! He hinted that he was involved in several associations, various activities in which he gave much more than he said ... A guy ready to be integrates to four others, a friend of great value. It had to all its delicacy and all his righteousness to do so.
My family and I had invited Summers home, his parents the night he left to join the Father. All you welcome you with family a few days in full force. The reunion were not those expected. Losing a friend is hard, then a son, a brother or a boyfriend ...
But when you know a little Clement joie de vivre and his confidence in God, then we can be sure to look for the peaks, it reached a line which we can not shoot. This thought simply must console ourselves with time. He went first on the rope, but the friendship remains at base camp ... and what a friendship! Clement thank you.
Franqueville Bruno
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