Here’s a short YouTube video showing the place near Valldemossa where Patrick’s life ended. He was parked very close to this spot and I have to believe (or want to believe) that despite the pain, he walked the short distance to be here, at this place, with the nightingales singing, before returning to his car and the end.
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
He chose where and when he existed this world. Happy 87th Birthday, Patrick.