Milady Greensleeves,
In December of 1989 or 1990, I saw a tiny car with a huge harp in the back swoosh past on Fauntleroy Way. My dear Gail was to come home from the hospital the following week, and in one stroke you solved the problem of how to welcome her home and what to get her for Christmas. Though she was medicated and still under the thumb of that which stole the brightest mind and sweetest soul I've ever known, your music made an impression on her; many years later and 2000 miles away, that was one of the only Christmas memories she could recall. On behalf of all those you touch, God bless you . . . and Merry Christmas.
Dean Carter Brehio
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