Good morning, dear ones,
Here in the hills of New Hampshire there is still well over a foot of snow on the ground. Spring is in the air, but the forecast suggests it will be late April before we see any crocuses or daffodils. We are weary of winter, but we have hope that Spring will return.

Nigel and Ann, it is early yet in your bereavement. The winter of sadness and anger and depression will run their course. But Jane will always be in your hearts, and you will never stop loving her, and her love for you lives on in your hearts. Your gentle Spring will return, not the same Springs as you may remember, but hope and warmth and light are not gone forever.