I dreamed of you last night, my lovely. You showed me you’d had a beautiful summer-house built, and I told you what I’d been up to since I saw you last. It’s been a month and my brain can’t quite work out that you’re not with us any more – but it’s exactly right that you’ll have used that month, wherever you are, making the best of things and finding the most beautiful view.
I hope your summer-house is wonderful, and I hope I see you again soon. Because of you, there’s a place in my life where God might be.