I was twenty-eight years old when my father died. On the surface, you’d think that as an adult I was past the time that I needed his guidance. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I was a relatively new husband, not yet a father, at the beginning of a career, and still growing spiritually. All of this at just twenty-eight years old. I now know how profitable it would have been to have had a man in my life who had walked the path I was on before me. I now understand that I needed someone who was willing to be transparent and honest about the pitfalls they’d experienced.