Patrick
I miss you, Mom. I know you are gone from this Earth, yet I still wait for your phone call, hoping to hear your voice tell me," What's new? I love you more!" I hope you are reunited with Pop, both of you dressed to the nines for an evening out together complete with dinner, dancing, love, and laughter. You are in my heart, mind, and soul for always. When spring comes again, I will feel your presence in the warmth of the sun and in the beauty of blossoming lilacs, azaleas, hydrangeas, roses, and peonies. I will hear your laughter in the tinkle of windchimes on my front porch. I will see you in rainbows and sunsets. Love, Patrick