I want to tell you a bit about my father- who was a happy go lucky person with a constant song in his heart. He never saw the movie The Secret, or went to Yoga classes. He did not read philosophy. And yet he manifested the good around him his whole life long. And when he passed away a week ago Monday I was there with him. I held his hand for a day and a half. He was loathe to let it go. And that time with him- time spent largely in the silence- was both the most heartbreaking and the most love-filled time of my life.