Dear Greg, I have been listening since the late 80s early 90s. In those days I would drive from Chula Vista to Unity of Escondido drawn by the voice on the radio that was speaking to my heart. We spoke a few times. I brought my very young children to the Easter service at the Grant Hotel. I still have the little shell flower you gave away one Sunday, it sits on my alter. Eventually, we each moved on, I following a path that led me to and through SRF and Yogananda. And I thank you for being that compass rose. And then through the internet, I found way back to your voice and teachings.
Recently, having received a diagnosis of breast cancer, I tasked myself with making a note of all of the spiritual teachers that have helped me. And there you were, right along with Yogananda, George Harrison and a few others. Having touched in the physical realm and having felt your humanity and humility makes this dance unique. The awareness of that makes me cry tears of profound gratitude as I type this.
I drop into the Now where words become futile. I don’t know what "future" means any more. And so, I just want to say...I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you.