Happy birthday, Patrick.
I awoke at 5 AM, thinking of you. I still miss you terribly, but I am moving forward now. I spend much less time on your web site, less time listening to your voice, less time talking with your friends, even though you remain often in my thoughts.
I wish you were here; for your laughter, your counsel, and your wit and comfort.
Tonight I’ll raise a glass of wine in your honor.
Thank you for the memories.
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.