RTL journalist, Isabelle Morini-Bosc was also an emblematic columnist for Touche not at my post. And while the program stopped because of the closure of C8, it does not close the doors concerning a return to the talk show since Cyril Hanouna will switch to W9 at the start of the September school year. In the meantime, she continues her projects and is notably present in Fort Boyard This Thursday, May 1 in a special issue for the Dreams Association. Due to this news, she was the guest of Buzz TV of Figaro This Wednesday, April 30. The opportunity for her to give her news, while she faced the death of her husband Alain on March 7, 2025.
Isabelle Morini-Bosc makes declarations on her deceased husband: “We may say that we feel his presence, no … “
For many years, Isabelle Morini-Bosc has been dealing with her husband Alain, suffering from leukemia, and with whom she had been married for over 50 years. Regularly, she was absent from the antenna to take care of him when the situation became complicated. Finally, in early March, she announced her disappearance: “He had to be the boyfriend-a nuit, he was the man-in-vie. My man. Alain left on Friday, he loved God, ours, life, his friends, mine too, I will now love them-and-two“Widowed for two months, she declares: “We may say that we feel his presence, no, we especially feel the absence“. However, she still has trouble realizing that he is no longer there, because of her job: “As it has often been on the move, as an engineer, […] We have often been separated. Paradoxically, the moment I miss the most is the car trips. “It was in these moments that they communicated the most.”We finished an argument, we started another, we made comments [sur les paysages] (…) We have always traded a lot.“She recalls,”And we laughed a lot.“
Isabelle Morini-Bosc still speaks to her husband Alain
Even if he is no longer of this world, Isabelle Morini-Bosc continues to speak to her husband. And the small habits they had cannot get lost yet. “”Very often I watch TV, (…) I happen to watch, every night, stuff and say: ‘Have you seen?“, she confides. Unable to see him, nor touch him, it is her portrait that she addresses, and more precisely a photo of him posed on a small table.
