Spring lives in the heart of winter,
sleeping within the ebb and flow of its pulsing rhythm;
gradually growing stronger through each beat of a storm surge,
each resting moment of stillness,
until the warmth of life returns.
(For Patrick)
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m1nute 
wow…lucky Patrick.
Yes, indeed. He’s just come through heart surgery. His third, I believe, in his 29 years. He is lucky in a lot of ways.
The heart of winter is when we are with the people we love…making the darkness bright together. I am so thankful!
Your light is still here, bouncing around! Miss you.
Miss you too!!