Harry feels like he has a big personality, one that everyone loved and admired. He laughs when I write the word ‘admired’; I think he was a humble man, a caring and kind, big hearted softie – now he’s laughing.
He never really worried about anything. He was an old head on young shoulders. He is trying to correct my writing and do my letters like he used to. Handwriting is a thing of the past apparently. (Note: My writing style has completely changed).
He’s asking you to stay happy and please don’t worry, there really isn’t anything to worry about. Life’s short enough without worrying even more.
He thanks you for your friendship, love and support over the years and have a very Merry Christmas doing exactly what YOU want to do!
Love H X