Stardate 10.13.2025
My sister found an email our dad sent her in 1998 that simply fell out of the sky. In it, Dad shared about reading “The Bisbee Doll With the Purple Tongue” to a group of special kids in his hometown—the very setting for his first self-published book. The main character was a misfit. Deep down, I’ve always felt that this character was a reflection of Dad himself, who often referred to himself as the black sheep of the family.
This email holds special weight for us. It was written just four years before Dad succumbed to lung cancer at the age of 67.
The hauntingly familiar part came when I realized what Dad had been doing in 1998—exactly what I was doing at the moment my sister forwarded the email. He wrote about getting into video and adding some new “goodies” to his Mac. Meanwhile, I had my MacBook on my lap, trying to master video editing for my upcoming interviews.
It hit me like a cosmic echo—Dad and I working on parallel creative paths, separated by time but connected in spirit.
I can’t help but wonder if those who came before us are somehow still present, guiding us from just beyond what our eyes can see. The timing of that lost email felt too perfect to be coincidence. I believe it was a divine nudge—a reminder to finish what was started, to carry forward the legacy.
Cheers, Dad. I have a feeling that everyone knows your name where you are now. Meanwhile, we’ll carry on down here—grateful, inspired, and still listening for your laughter between the lines of time.
Have a great day.
Captain’s Addendum: Reflections from the Bridge
Spock: “Fascinating, Michael. It would appear that the continuity of one’s purpose may transcend physical boundaries. Logic alone cannot explain such synchronization.”
Bones: “Blast it, Spock, not everything needs to be explained by logic! Sometimes it’s just love doing what love does—finding a way to remind us we’re not alone.”
Michael: “Maybe you’re both right. Love leaves traces—sometimes in the form of an old email that lands in your inbox at just the right moment. I’ll keep my sensors open for more messages from the past.”
Scripture
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders... and run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”
— Hebrews 12:1 ✨
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