Crossing Over the Divine Doorway
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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 ...