The picture is so wonderful, with Richard's touching smile and the half-impish look in your eyes and your covered smile. So sad he died so young. Thanks for the poem.
I loved this. Thank you. I miss just the audio. With the video, I feel the need to watch for fear of missing out. Most often tho, I just want to hear your voice and be still.
So late/early for me after tragic day in the ER trying to look out for someone who needed looking after but they wouldn’t let me visit or advocate. I spoke very harsh words in response. Grief and aloneness just smashes into me. Then your lovely soft poem and voice, brought me comfort, tears and release. Thank you.
The picture is so wonderful, with Richard's touching smile and the half-impish look in your eyes and your covered smile. So sad he died so young. Thanks for the poem.
Beautiful poem, thank you❤️
Hi Patti, thankyou for the poem, it's beautiful, as are your words about your friend, Richard Sohl. Bless up
I am so sorry that he died so young. Thank you for sharing ❤️❤️❤️❤️💙
Always look forward to your voice and stories. Sorry to hear of another loss you endured.
I loved this. Thank you. I miss just the audio. With the video, I feel the need to watch for fear of missing out. Most often tho, I just want to hear your voice and be still.
crack in time
No time, time
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Sound on
https://youtu.be/slpT2VNfIgg
Patti is a loving and loyal person. Now I will read up on Mr. Sohl. Patti, you have introduced me to many wonderful people through your books.
Thank you.
So late/early for me after tragic day in the ER trying to look out for someone who needed looking after but they wouldn’t let me visit or advocate. I spoke very harsh words in response. Grief and aloneness just smashes into me. Then your lovely soft poem and voice, brought me comfort, tears and release. Thank you.
Good morning Patti. Beautiful poem. I have always found fields of red poppies magical 🙏
The soul of Sohl sings still. Amen.
RIP-Richard and Thank you Patti
Thank you so much, how beautiful!
"We shall not sleep, though poppies grow..." (In Flanders Fields from John McCrae, 1915 ) came into my mind while listening. Good night from Vienna.
It’s always a mystery to me why some who come don’t come to stay, they come to leave us with a lesson which stays with us until the end
Beautiful photo and beautiful friendship 🎹 💙☕️❤️