title: Willie's Reflection: A Story of Grief, Hope and Healing
author: Patricia Zielinski
description: <b>Author, Patricia Zielinski<b> is a licensed marriage and family therapist who has a private practice in Rancho Santa Margarita, California. Patricia works with individuals, families and children and specializes in grief and loss, child & adolescent therapy. Patricia is the program director at Gary s Place for Kids in Mission Viejo, CA. an on-going grief support group for children ages five to eighteen and their families who have lost loved ones. Patricia is the author of two childrens books, Willie s Reflection: A Story of Grief, Hope and Healing and Grandma Pearl: A Story about Inner Beauty. Patricia is a contributor to Orange County Parenting Magazine s Ask the Expert column, and is a member of both the state and county chapters of California Association of Marriage & Family Therapists. In addition to traditional talk therapy, Patricia is a certified Art & Creativity for Healing facilitator and uses the creative arts as a catalyst for new insights and personal growth with people of all ages. Patricia is married and the mother of two daughters ages eight and ten. In her spare time Patricia enjoys making jewelry, reading and mountain biking with her family.
zlib_text: THE WISH
  EDEN WINTERS
  
  Copyright
  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used
  fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
  The Wish © 2020 by Eden Winters
  Cover by Perie Wolford
  All rights reserved.
  ISBN:
  First edition Torquere Press 2010
  Second Edition Dreamspinner Press 2012
  Third Edition 2020
  Rocky Ridge Books
  PO Box 6922
  Broomfield, CO 80021 USA
  
  Many thanks and hugs to my support group: Pam, Meg, Mara, Lynda, Feliz, Jared, John A., John
  R., Doug, and Chris.
  
  Chapter One
  “I CAN’T believe he’s gone. Even though I knew how sick he was, a part of me thought he’d get
  better.”
  A warm hand on Alfred Anderson’s shoulder accompanied his friend’s words, and he leaned into
  the gesture in subconscious desperation for the touch of another, now that his lover was gone.
  “I thought so too, Douglas. Right up to the end, 