You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.
“He treats me like a queen and buys surprises for me all the time. He’s just like you hoped your teenage dream would be. He’s great. He loves the message, the show, you, the music, everything. And he wants me to love you more; he sits next to me when I’m on the site and laughs. He loves all my fashion and clothes. We’re just dating and we’re very happy.”