My dearest brother....Spring is here. I often find myself saddened that you are not here to see the trees blossoming with new buds, birds chirping and the flowers blooming. Altho I think you are in a far more beautiful and peaceful place. I remembered today Mom telling me last spring when the birds hatched in the rose bushes outside her bedroom window. She told me you would spend hours by the window watching the mother bird feeding them....what did you see that captured your attention...the beauty of life? I will wait for those birds this year to come back and will think of you....as I always do.