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.
Tara Sayuri Whitty 