My Beloved Dad, After all that suffering, you are now free. Free to fly off into that infinity out there. Free to dissolve and lift off, to be like a candle, a flame of awareness, despite being up against the light of a billion stars, you remain intact, because you never pretended to be more than what you are: a mere candle. Farewell. Your Princess, Margaret
De la part de Margaret Holden-Krähenbühl