Oh, how my aunts loved this guy! Back when everyone was still alive, and the whole family gathered for Christmas at their house–that wonderful house, that the orcs tore down this year–you’d never fail to find them watching Andre Rieu on TV. So I can’t listen to his music without my heart being filled with loving memories.
So Aunt Joan is the last one left, still in the nursing home, unable to show a sign of taking any notice: and this one’s for her. Patty and I, my dear, we will remember for you.