Honoring and remembering my spiritual Father’s legacy
Last week I went to visit a man who I called my Spiritual Father and he called me his Spiritual Daughter. He had been in and out of the hospital for months. Normally I would visit him at his place of business where what was supposed to be a 30-minute visit would turn into six hours of talking. And boy do elders love to talk! But these weren’t typical small talk or chats to catch up. These were thought-provoking conversations. They were about life. Death. Spiritual ideals, events. Everything. He told me stories. I told him stories. In three years,…