"Tell me that you are only for me."
"Yes," she answers,
"And also only for that nameless flower."
Mentor. Father-figure. Partner in mischief. Stereotypical wise old man. Boss.
He meant all these things for me and more. Above all, he meant hope, for me and countless others from all walks of life.
A typical interaction with him would be like the lines above. You can demand anything from him.. and he responds.. with acceptance, respect, and a zinger following the "yes", which expands the perspective and humbles you.
Now I'm finding him in me and in all things around me. I think I now understand life and death, and their relation to each other to some extent.