Memoirs of an Immortal Life
by Candace L. Bowser
The complexity of the relationship my father shared with our visitor was not known to me. He possessed a certain allurement, one not easily understood, yet subtle and understated. When he first arrived, I could not not know he would be the key to my salvation or that I, in turn, would also be his. It was only with time the truth would become known and the courage would rise to publish it.