It’s August 2025 and I just stumbled across this old recording dated 6 May 2017 describing a brief scene from Patrick’s post-burial reception.

Here’s an image that would’ve made a great photograph for some creative type were it not for the quiet tears streaming down my face. At the reception in La Residencia, after placing Patrick’s ashes into the crypt, Suzy and Vera were playing. I stood at the far end of the hall against the white wall, behind all the others. A piece of artwork hung at some distance beside me and a very small sculpture, just big enough to support my glass of wine, was in front of me.

All eyes were forward to the front of the room where Suzy’s beautiful music flowed from the beautiful Steinway piano, in this beautiful narrow hall, filled with beautifully loving friends.

I stood there, separate from all the others, looking in the same direction as they, all towards the music, the beautiful music, and just like that as I stood against this white wall, distant from all the others, I realized this would be an album cover were it not for the quiet tears trickling down my cheeks.

This moment, with this crowd, and the reasons for it, all moved me, so I must remind myself of it now before I forget, like I forget so many other things.

It’s 11 AM Saturday, 6 May 2017 at the traffic circle near the Media Markt.

JP

I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.