Late one evening when visiting my Dad in the Dallas area, he took this photo of me.

The interesting thing is that when he took the picture, I knew on some level, without understanding why or how, that a lot of people would one day see this photo. It was just a random thing floating thru my awareness at the moment the picture was taken, and I quickly forgot about it.

My Dad did not show me this picture until 10 years later, as described in the Introduction of We Meet Again. And, it wasn't until seeing this picture again that what occured to me as I was looking into the lens that evening, finally made sense.

Sometimes we know things without knowing why, but we have to remember what we know regardless. Someday it will make sense.