One of my gurus left this world Sunday; left his human self. Wayne Dyer. Yet Wayne hasn’t left any more than my father, brother, uncle Joe, great grandma Brengs, or any other influential elders, family, friends, or mentors of mine ever left.

I discovered Wayne’s teachings fifteen years ago or so. He was bald even then. But what stunned me most about his passing Sunday—and this may seem silly and trite—is that, before he passed, I insisted upon watching one of his lessons with my bride. It was a shortened video course, Finding Your True Life’s Purpose.

I enlisted my resident nerd to help correctly connect an HDMI cable to the TV to make sure I could stream Wayne’s content from my laptop. It was a struggle; when we were done, my laptop misbehaved and didn’t communicate well with the TV. We had to use my bride’s computer. But then I needed to remember our password to  Wayne’s publisher, Hay House. Not easily done.

It took a lot of doing, but finally we watched Wayne expound upon finding and following one’s “burning desires.” All I knew is that I had to find a way, that very night, to watch the program with my bride. I didn’t realize until the program began, that we watched it only because of my burning desire to do so. Wayne taught of burning desires just as I lived a burning desire to hear him teach. At one point in the video he offered a rose to a participant in the audience and as she took the rose, I felt a twinge; he’s passing the rose, I thought.

I don’t know the exact moment of his passing, and the presentation was recorded, but as it played in my living room last night, given the time zone between the east coast and Hawaii, I know he passed when he passed the rose.

Last night was a gift. One of many Wayne’s given me. One of many more I will continue to receive. He was just passing through, and I am so glad he passed through me.