A Really Really Good Day, Keith

The last time I saw him, we took the train into Boston and it was one of the best days ever. We watched street performers on the cobblestone streets of Faneuil Hall Marketplace and we ate lunch at an irreverent place called Dick's Last Resort, where the menu made me blush which only made him laugh more.  Afterward,  he introduced us to Mike's Pastries and we sat by the water, eating cannoli and watching the planes from Logan International take off over our heads.  The tulips were in full bloom and they were a glorious, vibrant orange, as far as the eye could see.  It was a good day.  A really really good day.  We cherish and hold tight to the memory of you.

And my heart's heavy now 
But I'm not letting go of this hope I have that tells me 
Spring is coming....
And all we've been hoping and longing for soon will appear 
Spring is coming...
It won't be long now, it's just about here...