I told Papa all about what you’ve been doing, all of your great progress. I saw him, fleetingly, this morning.

He was thrilled, of course. Profoundly. In awe, with that gentle, groundswell of a “Wow!” and raised eyebrows and wide, beaming eyes.

That’s it. That’s all I got, before my rational mind kicked in. It had been just a vision, a moment. Not a dream – I hadn’t been asleep, just in that undefined in-between.

You’ve told us you feel his spirit with you, and that he visits you in your dreams. Whether it makes sense, I believe it. So of course, he already knows all about what you’ve been up to, and he’s immensely proud.

Anyway, it was wonderful, beyond wonderful, to see him again.