My father-in-law once wrote a book on epiphanies. In it, he waxed and waned about what epiphanies are and where they come from. It was an interesting book written by a man who was open to the philosophical, but never the spiritual. Although he was appreciative of my introspective, introverted manner, he simultaneously could never understand or respect those who spend “too much time navel-gazing.”
He died 3 years ago. One sunny November afternoon, while leaving the library doing errands, he simply dropped dead of a heart attack on the sidewalk. His untimely departure left me to muse on my own epiphanies – and how I would honor his life by elevating my contribution in the world.
Not long after his passing, I suppose I had an epiphany of sorts.