When my sister died in November 1992, I vowed that I would never feel that way again. And having just heard that my father died yesterday I'm happy that Im not sad. I'm excited at what is yet to come, because since early Tuesday morning I sensed that my life was changing. My father understood me and identified me as his "spiritual child" and he appreciated what I do. I'm sure he would be very happy with the way things are developing for me, because he saw the future. We understood each other. He was the only person who actually saw me for who I am. He was a good person. Despite failing eyesight, he read my book (which makes mention of him) and took the time to call me and express appreciation for what I wrote. He appreciated my music too. I remember him phoning me one Christmas and he said he spent that Christmas day dancing to my music that I'd sent him on a tape. He was 75 at the time. He also said: "When you have the Father in you, you don't age." He never considered himself to be an old person. What can I say? We were likeminded and had the same sense of fun and enjoyment. I'm happy that he lived long and healthy. And I'm happy now that I'm not miserable for having regrets, but let's see what the future throws up.