Originally Posted by Legrand
The death of your Daddy brings back memories of the death of mine. I have no wings to reach him anymore, for no wings can bring me where he decided to vanish in the very deepness of the sky. To reach him I can only vanish myself totally.
I sense from my little being that your father is in good hands, surrounded by a nice lineage of hold souls with your grandma and others. Maybe he will come to you like your grandma did in a dream.
Ultimately, for me there is no separation from them.
We are always, in whatever form, where we are supposed to be.
All is well as it is.
Please donít call yourself little being, life is flowing through you..