I remember how you always tried to make me feel better. Like when I spent New Year's Eve with my great uncle and I felt bad because the next day he was dead. We laughed, spoke French, at pate and drank champagne and I was joking with him about he was saying some things, but it turned out that he was somewhat congested. At least I called the home nurse and she gave him a check-up. She gave him an Rx for decongestant. I put a picture of my great aunt in his pocket and pinned a Blue bird on his shirt collar. I kissed is cheek and said "good-bye"

You just always made me feel better. I love your lovely heart.