My condolences to you, too, McGrath. So sorry to hear about your brother. You song is absolutely beautiful.

Pat/Spaw you, my dear one, have outdone yourself in eloquence. That is one on the most beautiful expressions I have ever read: Our hearts are made not of tissue, but made from the spirits of friends who have touched them..

Mick, maybe a wee smile through the tears, if Amos' offer is enticing, I'll up the ante with a dulcimer, fiddle, 3 pianos, a cello and all the other instruments at my sister's in the Rockies, as well as my mom's old taterbug mando...lots of respite and fresh air...a bit like your hill.

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