Let me share with you a letter of a little girl. She’s only eight. Her mother isn’t here tonight. She gave me the letter last Monday night, which I read when I went home. She saw the letter, and she dated it last Monday, December the 7th. She said, “Dear Neville, guess what? I had another dream about you. You took me on an airplane to France. When we got off at the airport, the people yelled, Never, oh never, has come to see the king again. And so as we went through the club, they yelled the same thing again. Never has come to see the king. And I was frightened. So I held you by the hand. And I held it so tight. And you led me up to a huge big hall. At the end of the hall, at the end of the hall, there is the king seated on his throne. So he went up to the king. As he got up to the king, it was new Neville, seated on the throne. Yes, you are holding my hand, she said. As I looked at the king, he on a throne, a red cape, and the back of the throne reached to the ceiling. And the whole thing was covered in red bedding. I looked back at you to see the resemblance between you and the king. And as I looked back to see you, you began to fade. And you faded. And as you faded, the king said to me, ‘Come, come near us.’ And so I went up and I held his hand just as tight as I held yours. But of course, he was you. And then, you know what? He faded too. And as he faded, I found myself safely at home. And that’s how the dream went. Life,” and then she signs her name.1087 ¶7