My daughter, Heather Hanson, came into my life in the year 2000, in a dream. My angel, a beautiful and very intelligent woman, introduced me to her while I slept. When I awoke, I called my Private Detective friend and asked him to help me find my child. I had a clue. I had helped a woman and her two sons who was in an abusive marriage. They came to live with me. For two months, I was a family man.

In 1987 I went to the Berkeley psychic Institute for a Rose Reading. You are read as a rose. The Seers saw two faint leaves on the stem of my rose, and told me I have two children.

“These leaves are very faint.I don’t know why.” said one young Seer, a pretty woman around 24 years of age. Heather was born September 26, 1984 on Rosemary’s birthday. Shortly after my friend saw Heather in the arms of her mother in the laundry mat, and told me this child has my eyes.

“That child is your’s!” my friend exclaimed, I not able to grasp the possibility, thus, Heather became a faint leaf.

As for the other leaf, I met a woman in a bar, who said this to to me – off the bat;

“I want your child!”

Karen Holly and I became lovers. She is an artist, as is her father. She saw something in my genes. She would later learn my sister was the world famous artists, Rosamond. We both had a drinking problem, and I broke up with her. A month later Karen, asked me to drive her to San Louis Obisbo where she was going to be treated for alcoholism. I would later wonder if she was pregnant. Two years later I found her, called her up, and was told she had a two year old son named William, or, Billy…..Billy Holly. There was a long silence, and Karen said;

“He’s not yours.”

“Did I ask?”

Karen had asked me if I was still drinking. She had three years of sobriety. Of course she did not want to introduce our son to a drunk.

I don’t have a clue where Karen and Billy are. I sleep. I dream. And perhaps on angel wings…………?

Billy saved Karen’s life, like an angel sent from heaven. This faint leaf was born in 1982. In 1987 I boarded a train to Eugene Oregon and entered the New Hope program at Serenity Lane. I saved my life. I have twenty three years of Sobriety. Above are photos of Heather then she came to visit me in Oregon. We went up the McKenzie river where I introduced her to her kin, the Dundons. She is standing in front of the famous Log Cabin Inn that hence, burned down.

Before I came to see my daughter for the first time in Sonoma, she was cooking in the kitchen with her mother, singing a song. All of a sudden it dawned on her;

“I am Rosemary’s granddaughter!”

On the stem of my rose are two halos. How we come to be born upon the earth, and why, can be a great mystery. But, without a doubt, our children are the most precious things we are put in care of, for they are our Dear Messengers, that forever bring Hope for a Better, and Rosier, tomorrow.

What a privilege to wish you, my dear daughter, a very Happy Birthday.

Love always

Your Father