On December 23rd, 2011, I was told by a clairvoyant that my father would die in the spring. Hospice would be brought in but wouldn’t be needed for long. It would rain on the day he dies, and I would be by his side.

Daniel Yovich was my father. He possessed characteristics so sublime, so transcendent they eluded classification. This was a man who provided me with a life-long tutorial ...