For my mom, the rock against whom I have pushed.
You’ve shown me where my work was, and that’s what I’ve needed to find; that’s where I’ve needed to shine my own light.
It has been a gift to follow in your footsteps, hard as that has been at times.

For my dad, whose path has also been my path.
You’ve been showing me the way,
even when it was so rocky for you.

And for Pete and Jeff, who were also my wayshowers.
Thanks for holding the light.

Walker: A Spiritual Memoir by Jill Loree

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