Josette Coicou Brioche
We were blessed to share our childhood with cousin Mico, whose presence brought warmth and joy to our lives. As a teenager, Mico would ride his bicycle from his home at the top of Rue Monsigneur Guilloux to Rue Montalais, near the National Palace, to visit us at least once a week—always around the noon meal. He had a special fondness for his Aunt Nonotte’s cooking.
Mico was more than just a cousin; he was a mentor and a guiding presence. He patiently taught his cousin, Alix to ride a bicycle without training wheels—an unforgettable milestone made possible by his encouragement. He was our big cousin, a steady figure in our young lives, until his unexpected, secretive escape from Haiti with his two brothers.
For many years, we lost contact and learned later that he had found refuge in Cuba. When he arrived in the United States, we reconnected, picking up where we had left off. We often reminisced about our shared childhood, the laughter, the traditions, and the life we once knew in Haiti.
Mico’s passing leaves a deep void in our hearts, but his memory will always remain with us. We will forever cherish the love, kindness, joy and lessons he brought into our lives.
Rest in peace, dear Mico. You will always be remembered with love.
Your cousins the Coicous (Alix, Josette, Colette, Hedy, Axel)