These Wayne Dyer tributes are from his family, friends & colleagues. Wayne Dyer 'unexpectedly' made his transition into the non-physical on 30th August 2015. Within a matter of hours words of love and appreciation for Wayne and his inspirational guidance, that has touched so many lives, were being added to Facebook from his friends. I like so many others, was so moved by these wonderful Wayne Dyer tributes that I wanted to bring them together on a page, but I was a little unsure. As the days progressed and the arranged tribute in Orlando Florida on 18th September drew near, there were emotional tributes added to Wayne Dyer's Facebook page from several of his children. The depth of love and appreciation that has been brought forth from so many people to honour Wayne is so tremendous that I just felt I had to put this page together. The majority of these entries were added to the relevant authors Facebook pages during the few days after 30th August.
As Facebook is used to 'share,' I do hope it is alright for me to compile this page,
but of course if any of the people featured object, I will remove their quote.
Wayne Dyer Tributes are listed by surname
Tributes from friends & colleagues are first
Family tributes are at the bottom of the page (due to their length)
My teacher, my friend, my inspiration. Thank you Wayne for your support, your love, your truth and your commitment. You blessed this world with your light and I know you will continue to guide us in an even more profound way. My love goes out to the Dyer family and the Hay House family. Bless you my dear friend Wayne... You will be deeply missed.
Today we lost Dr Wayne Dyer, not only one of the most remarkable teachers in the personal development space but one of the kindest, wisest, and inspiring men I've ever met. This is the last picture I have of us. Wayne had a profound impact on my life and work and I'm so sad to hear of his passing. I was blessed to spend time with Wayne and his family on one of his tours, and he spoke at one of my Experts Academy events. He was such a humble and bright spirit. I'm sure his readers and fans will mourn at this news, as well as all Hay House authors and those of us who were guided by his work. I'm sending love to Wayne's entire loving family, the Hay House community, and to all of those who will remember and honor this man lovingly as I will. Thank you, Wayne, for having lifted my life. - Brendon
One of the greatest gifts I’ve experienced as a member of the Hay House family was the chance to meet and learn from Dr. Wayne W. Dyer. Gone too soon, but never forgotten. He taught us so much, but what sticks with me most is his genuine, unwavering desire to help people shift their perceptions so they could be kinder and more loving toward themselves and others. In honor of Wayne, let’s do just that. And as many of you know, Wayne had an awesome sense of humor. He loved the healing power of laughter. A great man. An exceptional teacher. A monumental spiritual leader. We love you, Wayne!
Deepak Chopra 1946
Today our hearts are filled with deep sorrow and immense love as we grieve the loss of Wayne Dyer, who passed away in his sleep Saturday night. Wayne was known throughout the world as a true teacher, a best-selling author, and a man who inspired countless people to move beyond limitations and fulfill their deepest intentions for love, happiness, success, health, and peace.
Wayne has been a close personal friend of the Chopra family for many years, and he was a big part of the Chopra Center for Wellbeing, where he was a special guest speaker at events. He spoke from his heart, and touched us with the depth of his love, wisdom, sincerity, humility, and kindness. There are so many stories from people who say that he had saved their life, helping them find light and courage at their lowest point. He also had a wonderful sense of humor, delighting in bantering and finding the joy in connecting, teaching, and living.
We feel such a loss at Wayne’s passing, and yet we know that he viewed the death of the physical body as a return to source, to pure love. As he wrote, “Before merging into form, we were part of God, with all the inherent qualities of a Creator who sends forth abundance, creativity, love, peace, joy, and well-being. Each and every one of us represent God or Spirit revealing Itself here on our planet. Remember that your life is bigger than you are, and dedicate your life to something that reflects an awareness of your Divinity.”
As a young man, Wayne read Leo Tolstoy’s short story “The Death of Ivan Ilyich,” about a man who reaches the end of his life and is filled with regret, asking, “What if my whole life has been wrong?” Wayne was deeply moved and shaken by the story, and he wrote himself a note that said, “Dear Wayne, don’t die with your music still inside you.” He said that he had lived his entire life with that intention. We have all been blessed that Wayne has shared his music, his love, and his wisdom. His divine song will continue to play out into the universe, touching our hearts and spirits for eternity.
With love and gratitude for the love we all share,
Deepak Chopra and the Chopra Center
My beloved friend Wayne Dyer has made his transition into the light. I was so fortunate to have personally known this great man for fifteen years. His grounded guidance helped me through some of the most challenging passages of my own human journey. Wayne was profoundly kind and gentle, loving, generous, and I felt incredibly blessed to have him in my life. I will be forever grateful for all he shard with both me and the world. Heaven is celebrating his return home. That is certain. Please join me in celebrating his profound healing impact on Earth while sending his family our love, prayers, and condolences. I love you Wayne. I will miss you deeply. Enjoy the continuing journey.
With deep love and gratitude for you Wayne,
Barbara DeAngelis 1951
HONORING MY DEAR FRIEND WAYNE DYER: MASTER TEACHER, SOUL-AWAKENER, LIGHTWORKER, COSMIC MESSENGER, ON THE OCCASION OF HIS ASCENSION FROM THE BODY
One hour ago I received a message that my old friend and colleague bestselling author and master teacher Wayne Dyer had unexpectedly and suddenly left his body. Like all of us at the Hay House Family, as well as all who loved Wayne, I am shocked and grief stricken at the thought that Wayne has departed for higher realms so soon. And yet I fully know and believe that he has leapt out of his body into the most effulgent Light, and is being heralded and celebrated by angels, divine beings, guides, ancient teachers and gurus for his absolutely devoted and supreme service to the planet during his time here.
I have known Wayne since the 1980's when he along with the magnificent Louise Hay, the brilliant Deepak Chopra and myself all toured together giving speeches and conferences on transformation. How privileged I felt to be among such luminaries! We spent many contemplative hours together in deep discussion about life, the spiritual path and the mysteries of karma, love, and every other intense topic.
Wayne was always so generous with me over the years, endorsing my books, appearing in my TV infomercial, and just this year, writing a spectacular endorsement and review of my new book Soul Shifts. It was so delightful to see him again at Hay House events. The photo below was taken just a few months ago at the I CAN DO IT Denver event.
I have always said that Wayne was one of my fellow teachers for whom I had so much respect because of his own personal dedication to the exploration and unfolding of his consciousness. He was a serious spiritual student, and sought out the Truth wherever he could in whatever way he could, even when it took him into areas that were outside of the conventional realm of psychology or public approval. In this way, he was an authentic, sincere and humble seeker, and took the path of awakening seriously. I believe this is one of the reasons we had such mutual respect--he also recognized me as a serious seeker and always honored me for having had formal spiritual teachers and training, and having dedicated my life to spiritual freedom.
There are times of grace when life makes sense and we feel we are in tune with its mysteries, and then there are other more baffling times when we cannot fathom why things happen as they do. This is one of those times, when I know how many more lives Wayne could have touched if he had remained on the planet. And yet, who knows what divine task he has been assigned in the invisible realms, one I am certain that will be showering blessings down upon us all, those who knew and loved him, and even those who did not and are yet to discover his gifts by reading his many books, listening to his audios, drwaynedyer.com or studying his message through the legacy of wisdom he is leaving through Hay House.
I know Wayne lived as I try to--fully drenched in the state of Love, giving all to everyone and to every moment, constantly praying to be of high service to the upliftment and awakening of the planet, so that whenever he left this world, he would know that he had fulfilled his destiny.. and he has.
I offer my love and comfort to Wayne's family and children, to all of my fellow authors and teachers and the staff at his Hay House Family, to my friend and his beloved longtime right-hand angel Maya Lobos, and to all of his readers, followers and fans around the world.
I bow in humble gratitude, my heart bathed in tears of love and deep appreciation to you beloved Wayne, as you ascend now to merge with the Supreme Love, Supreme Bliss, and Supreme Light.
May your soul be blessed now and forever on its divine journey, and may the Divine Embrace of the Creator tenderly welcome you Home.
Ellen DeGeneres 1958
The world has lost an incredible man. Wayne Dyer officiated our wedding & was an inspiration to so many. Sending love.
My heart goes out to Wayne's family, you are such a beautiful loving family. Wayne has always been such an amazing example to us all of love. He always signed his name I AM LIGHT, and so he shall always remain in all our our hearts as the brightest LIGHT. Love you, Wayne.
I will be forever grateful that I got to meet Wayne Dyer last April at the I Can Do It conference in Denver where we both were speaking. He has been my mentor since I was in college and meeting him was like meeting God.
In fact, had he not written about trying the experiments from E-Squared, I might not be where I am today. Dr. Dyer, I love you, and I am so grateful for everything you have given the world. Your light will continue to shine forever in our hearts and, as my friend Elizabeth said, we are all so lucky that we now have another teammate on the other side.
So thank you, Dr. Dyer, for being brave enough to follow your calling and, in the process, to pull the rest of us along with you.
I am forever indebted.
Louise L. Hay 1926
My good friend Dr. Wayne W. Dyer passed away today. I am saying affirmations for him and his family and I know he will be shining down upon us all from the other side.
When people who are dear to me make their transition into Nonphysical (even with everything I have learned from Abraham—and all that I KNOW to be true) I feel an emptiness that seems to have no limit to its bottom—for a while. We have made a place in our lives for them. Sometimes our lives literally revolve around them. And it is no small adjustment for any of us when they are no longer here with us, like they have always been.
But after a while, that awful emptiness lessens, and then after more time passes and we have adjusted even more to our new point of view without them—something truly wonderful begins to happen. They begin to show up in new and wonderful ways. It’s like they meld with us vibrationally and mentally. Their powerful thoughts of love and appreciation and all manner of interesting awarenesses begin to move into my mind. And then I remember that there is no death. Just a changing of perspective and a deepening of love and happiness and togetherness.I have loved Wayne Dyer for many years. I know you have, too. And I want you to know that today I can feel, from the depths of everything that I am, the love that he is feeling for all of us! I cannot even find words to explain how these dear hearts who we have known and loved feel about all of us. How ALIVE they are. How INTERESTED IN US they are and how AVAILABLE TO US they will ever more be.I am feeling so much love today from our dearly departed,And I am loving them back,
Robert Holden 1964
THANK YOU WAYNE DYER... Yesterday morning, at the start of ICDI LONDON, I led a tribute to Dr. Wayne W. Dyer. I shared how shocked we are at Wayne's sudden passing. Wayne was in good health and leukaemia free. I shared how sad we are for his family, and for us, but NOT for Wayne! I suspect that Wayne is having a great time "up there" - comparing notes with Anita Moorjani's account of heaven. To express our gratitude to Wayne, we all joined in a standing ovation that raised the roof. Afterwards, we set an intention for our weekend - an intention that would honour Wayne and support us in our own life journey.
I had the great honor and sheer joy of traveling the globe with Wayne during my 12 years as the Event Director at Hay House, and sharing the stage with him over the past few years speaking together as well. From day one he was near and dear to my heart. I will cherish the many memories of our years together. As I said to the audience every single time I brought him to the state, "Please welcome one of my most favorite men in the world..." and as he hugged me after each introduction I whispered to him, "Have fun!" It is with deep sadness in my heart that I send Wayne off now with wishes of joy on his journey to the next grand adventure.
He didn't die with his music still in him. It is with a heavy heart that I'm writing to let you know that Dr Wayne Dyer passed away last night in Maui.
He will be so very very missed by so many.
Bruce Lipton 1944
Dear Friends, Cultural Creatives, and Emerging Imaginal Cells,
Our dear friend Wayne has walked on but his life will live on forever. Wayne's wisdom and courage have been written into the tapestry of life as a living testimony of his greatness and gifts to our world. Yet, we will miss his smile, his belly laugh and the twinkle in his eyes. We love you Wayne. You are in our hearts and minds forever Brother of Love. We will proudly carry your humanitarian message into the future!
A few hours ago, one of my dearest friends and mentor, Dr. Wayne W. Dyer, passed away from this life and left his body.
Wayne, although I know you have gone on to a better place, and to have a grand new adventure, I know that I am certainly going to miss your physical presence. Thank you for everything you have done, and for being such an integral part of my life and my journey, and for believing in me and always doing everything you could to share my message with the world. I will miss you, my dear friend, even though I know that I have another angel watching over me! I love you!
"Opening to the power of intention, you begin knowing that conception, birth and death are all natural aspects of the energy field of creation." -Wayne Dyer
In 2005, I was invited by Hay House to be the "opening act" for Dr. Wayne Dyer speaking about the power of intention at a couple of talks he was giving in Dublin and London. I was particularly excited about the second talk, as I would be speaking in front of thousands of people in Wembley Arena and it felt like "making the big time".
When I phoned my mother to brag about her successful son who was opening for Wayne Dyer at Wembley Arena, she got very excited."That's fantastic!" she exclaimed. "Who's Wayne Dyer?"My enthusiasm unabated, I said, "Mom, it's like if I was a rock band and I'd been asked to open for the Rolling Stones!""Wow!" she exclaimed. "Who are the Rolling Stones?"While I didn't get to know him well, I will always remember watching him hold those audiences in the palm of his hand, making them laugh and cry with a practiced ease that made me all too aware that I was still at the beginning of my teaching journey.One of the things that most impressed me about Wayne was the way he gave a voice to stories he felt the world needed to hear, from Kaye O'Bara in "A Promise is a Promise" (and from my home town of Worcester, Massachusetts) to Anita Moorjani, whose amazing presence and story would still likely be a footnote in some obscure journal of NDE if not for his insistence that the world beat a path to her door.While Wayne's body is gone, his voice and spirit remain. He will be missed as he goes off on his next great adventure...
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer, Kate Northrup and myself had some wonderful moments. And despite my shock and sadness over Wayne's sudden exit from his body on the night of the Super Moon in Pisces, I feel such a sense of celebration for him and the way he chose to leave. Happy, healthy, dead. Just like he wanted it. Well done, my friend, well done. We will miss your giant presence and continual inspiration. And all the laughs. And will see you on the other side when it's time.
I'm pretty sure Wayne Dyer woke me up at 5am this morning...
The last couple of months, with a newborn in the house, it’s been our daughter June waking me up, but today was different. Two days after Wayne’s passing, I feel his influence in my life more strongly than I ever have before.
So as I found myself stirring at 5am, I could hear Wayne's voice, quoting Rumi:
“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep!”
I thought all day yesterday about how Wayne would want to be remembered, and while I can’t say for sure, I’m quite certain that he would want nothing more than but for us to commune once again with his millions of wise words. He would want us to love more deeply, to give more freely, to forgive more fully.
I was struck as I listened to him yesterday and this morning, that this is a man, who in his passing, TRULY lives on. We often say that about those we love, and it’s true, they live on in our memories, in our hearts and with Wayne, he lives on in the legacy of thinking he left behind.
I heard you calling…
I heard you whisper in my soul…write…
I heard you nudge my deepest self…speak…
I heard you beckon me…teach!
And so I began… knowing that you, my friend, would listen.
Knowing that as I connected to Divine Love, I could help you feel the same.
Knowing that as I forgave, I could teach you forgiveness.
Knowing that as I made conscious contact with my source, I could help you do the same.
And thus we journeyed together…. August 1st, 1976- your Erroneous Zones is published…
I’ve got to admit, at first, I wasn’t sure if you were listening. As I packed my car with books, and sold them out of the trunk of my car, there were long days and weary nights, but deep inside, I knew, that if I could just reach you, you would listen and together we could change the world.
From our first late night meetings on the Tonight show, sharing the message of Your Erroneous Zones (a book with that cover that sells 60 million copies must be great…)
To countless PBS specials…At 2am, when you needed me most, there I was pacing the PBS stage.
As I wrote on my yellow notepad, you read…. Manifest Your Destiny, There’s A Spiritual Solution To Every Problem, Wisdom of the Ages, The Power of Intention, Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life, Wishes Fulfilled, I Can See Clearly Now…and so much more…
As I graced the silver screen, you watched…The Shift…My Greatest Teacher…
As I meditated, you joined me…Meditations for Manifesting….OM…………
And boy, did we laugh together….
I'm 75 years old and I have sex almost every day…almost on Monday…almost on Tuesday…almost on Wednesday…
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
"Oh, that’s Wayne, he gets everything wrong.
I didn’t say he was a scurvy elephant.
I said he was a disturbing element!"
And now I must leave you, in physical form, continue my journey, fly out there, beyond…
I’ve got realms to explore and friends to meet again: Oh Rumi! St. Francis, Emerson and Keats. Is that Pantanjali, I spy over there?
And… Mom…oh how I’ve missed you, just in these few years we’ve been apart…
and Dad… Oh thank you, thank you, what a lesson I learned.
Forgiveness, Forgiveness, Forgiveness again.
And so I depart, and so I must go.
But know this dear friends, my fans, my sidekicks, yes YOU, know this my dear loves,..
With you…now and forever more.
I live in the books, the speeches, the movies, and more…I live in the lessons we’ve been learning together, I live in the difference you’re making each day. I live in the love you share with the world. I live in the kindness you show a stranger. I live in your heart.
My dear friend.
In your heart.
And until we meet again (and we will, oh we will!)
I love you.
The world has lost a true pioneer with the passing of Dr. Wayne W. Dyer - and our Hay House family has lost one of our shining lights and leaders. Wayne changed the world of personal growth and his legacy will live on in so many ways. He and his work have had a HUGE impact on me, my life and the way I do my work...I will always be deeply grateful for him and all that he did and shared. Right now I am feeling profound appreciation for this brilliant man and real sadness that his body has died.
I will miss him (as will millions of others)
Heaven has a new angel -- God bless Wayne Dyer, who is in Heaven now.
Wayne, you will be SO missed! Thank you for your friendship and all of the support and inspiration you gave to me over the years, and for the remarkable work you did on this planet.
While I am very sad at his passing, I know that his soul is now free to rest, explore, and teach. He truly IS Divine Light.
Neale Donald Walsch 1943
My friend and colleague Dr. Wayne Dyer celebrated his Continuation Day last night. A tremendous loss for all who knew him. Incalculable loss for our planet. Good journeys, my friend. Thank you for all with which you gifted us. We hold you in our hearts.
Marianne Williamson 1952
Wayne Dyer has left his body. God bless you, my beloved friend. Humanity has lost a truly great teacher, but his words and wisdom will remain with us forever.
Oprah Winfrey 1954
It was always a pleasure to talk to Dr. Wayne W. Dyer about life's big questions. He always had big answers. RIP Wayne. You brought the light.
My Dad would not have a wanted a funeral in which we all sat around in sadness and cried for him. Nor would he have wanted anyone to make a big fuss over his death. Death is just something that he did not believe in and he often stated that he didn’t “do” funerals. This why we have decided to call today a celebration of life and this is why I would like to mostly just share some of my recent fun memories with my father.
With my Dad, there was never a dull moment. He was the funniest and most entertaining person to be around. If he wasn’t going on an animated rant about GMO’s, gun control, or coffee enema’s, then he was making everyone around laugh with his sometimes perverted and inappropriate jokes. Being around him was almost addictive and his mood was contagious. I would wake up in the morning, put on work out clothes and say that I was going to go for a walk, but when I would get out into the living room around my Dad, it would end up being hours before I would actually get going.
In my mind I cannot even comprehend that he is gone. I am filled with images of him lifeless and of what his last moments would've been like. My heart aches in a way that I did not know it could. The tears flow from my eyes as I'm filled with the greatest sense of loss I have ever experienced. However amiss all of this chaos and turmoil that my mind insists I experience, I am reminded of so many of the ideas my Dad taught to me and to the world.
You see I was blessed to have been able to spend the last 3 weeks traveling through Australia and New Zealand with my Dad, my sister and her husband. In that time we shared so many laughs and we all grew even closer. My dad insisted on rooms that could be conjoined and then he would help himself in entering our room at any time he pleased. He would wake us up every morning by coming in to our room singing "Oh what a beautiful morning, gosh what a beautiful day. I've got a wonderful feeling, everything's going my way" on the top of his lungs while he proceeded to open the blinds and allow the sun to shine our eyes awake. One morning after he did his usual wake-up routine, he climbed into my bed, put his head on my shoulder and said "let's take a selfie". At other times he would call out my name while he did his famous coffee enemas, and he would yell "Quajey, I need you to come help me do my coffee" just because he knew I would say "Dad that is so gross I will not help you with your coffee". My Dad was the light of any room he walked into, and this was true even in his last weeks of life.
While we were in Australia, I gave a little twenty-minute speech on stage with my Dad at each one of his talks. Before my Dad would bring me on stage, he always had a very unique and somewhat traumatizing way of introducing me. He would tell the story of my conception to the audience. His reason for telling this story was to convey to the audience that the odds were very highly stacked against me getting here because among other things he “withdrew” at the critical moment. Now as you can imagine, this caused me to go a little red in the face and stumble with my words for a few minutes. The first time he introduced me this way, I came up on stage, took the microphone and said “I specifically told him not to use the word ‘withdraw’ in his introduction and what do you know? That’s exactly what he did”. The second time he introduced me in this way, he proceeded to call me “withdraw” by saying “Please welcome to the stage, my youngest daughter, Withdraw Dyer”. So this became a little running joke between my Dad, the audience, and myself.
His very last text messages to me, two days before he left his body, are:
“I love you ‘withdraw’. I’m so happy you insisted on getting here. You really shine onstage. This is a trip none of us will ever forget. I love you infinitely. Dad”
I wrote back saying that I also loved the trip but that my name was NOT Withdraw, and then he said
“Withdraw is WD. Same initials as your daddy. On the plane now. Going seepy soon”
Besides all of the laughs and memories we made on this trip, I am so grateful that over these last 3 weeks in Australia and New Zealand, I had the privilege of hearing my Dad speak for over 21 hours on 5 different days. I can hear his words in my mind so clearly and it brings me so much comfort. On countless occasions over these 21 hours my Dad spoke of the beauty of death. He spoke of how he often envies those who have passed on to the infinite world of love. He spoke about the new book that he co-authored with Dee Garnes, “Memories of Heaven”, which relays numerous stories of children recalling their experience of heaven before they came to earth. He also stated that it is his belief that whenever you are confronted with the death of a loved one, you have the choice whether you get over your sadness "sooner or later", and he said, "I always tell people, and myself, to choose sooner". I even had the gift of hearing Anita Moorjani speak about her experience of temporarily crossing over to what she referred to as 'the other realm' and how it was a timeless and endless realm filled with infinite love and all knowingness. Needless to say, I left this experience with a shift in my perception of death. Which is why I stated before, that amiss this great chaos and turmoil that my mind insists I experience, I am reminded of so many of the ideas my Dad taught me. My Dad has taught me that we are not our bodies nor are we our minds. There is a part of us that is infinite and that is pure love and that is who we truly are. Now while I am still a person with a body and a mind, I am not able to abandon the deepest sadness that I have ever felt in my life. However when I get still and am able to hold my sobs back for a moment or two, I am comforted in an unexplainable way because I just simply know that my Dad is now apart of this infinite world that he so ferociously studied and taught about.
There are just a couple funny things about my Dad that a lot of you probably don’t know that I would like to share.
Whenever any of us was in Maui and he had to leave town, meaning we were staying there without him, he would leave the most explicit directions on how to care for his plants. These directions of course stated the obvious- water them, sunlight etc. However he would go on to insist that we must talk to his plants for at least 10 minutes each day and we must say goodnight to them and tell them we love them before going to bed. And I’ll tell you something- these were some of the healthiest plants I’ve ever seen.
Also, whenever an ant, mosquito, cockroach, fly, lizard etc. came into the condo- which happened quite frequently since he almost never closed his doors or ran the AC, he would stop everyone and say “don’t you dare kill that critter, he or she is my friend and this is not a funeral home” and we would simply have to get comfortable living with his ‘friends’ in our home.
In conclusion - my Dad has left this earthly plane at a very unexpected time for me. Having just been with him for so long makes it even harder to fathom that someone who was just so alive and full of excitement for life has passed on to the next adventure. But I know it was his time and that this is exactly the way he would’ve wanted to go. I will miss him more than I could ever explain, but his legacy is left with us, his 8 children, and our children and so on. I love you Dad and I know that you walk beside me now at all times. With love, your baby, Saje aka “withdraw”
“If you knew who walked beside you at all times, on the path that you have chosen, you could never experience fear or doubt again” – A Course in Miracles
Dad, I know you walk beside me and it brings me so much comfort.
I never thought I was going to get the phone call I got on Sunday.
I thought my Dad was going to outlive me for some reason. I don’t know why or how to explain it but I just felt such comfort in his voice and his reason. He had all the answers. He was such an incredible source of love.
And my god was he funny. He had this sense of humor that went far beyond every single border.. and somehow it worked for him. No matter how outrageous! I LOVED his quirks, his pervertedness, and his brilliant timing. I would watch him on stage in complete awe.
And all you could do was love him and love him and love him.
So when I realized I had to make a speech about my father I fought with myself.. How can I convey this man in one speech?
How can I embody this man who was larger than life to me?
The man who WAS life… at least to me.
How to embody the man that I have looked up to, literally, since the day I was conceived..
You know… that sparkling day in Maui, room 173, right Mom??, when it just could not wait.. As my Dad so often loved to remind us about.
How can I tell you all about my father who was told everyone he was so proud of me even though I never felt like I really deserved it. In just one speech.
How exactly can I convey to you all how my favorite person in the world, my very best friend, and my absolute hero, meant to me in this just one speech?
It’s absolutely impossible.
But its worth a shot, right Dad?
As he always told me and many others.. You don’t regret the things you do.. Rather, you regret the things you never had the courage to do.
My Dad was a game changer. He had this aura about him that you couldn’t see but you just FELT.
He was so incredibly intelligent. As we all know.. But it wasn’t just that he could rattle off a bunch of facts.
He knew life’s purpose. He knew how to love. He knew how to change other people’s lives for the better.
He had this emotional intelligence that made everyone around him feel at ease.
My Dad’s entire life mission was to spread love, as hippy as that sounds, its true and he believed it with every ounce of his body.
He lived loved. He had an uncanny ability to make even the most unlikely stranger that we would encounter feel completely loved just by talking to him for a few minutes.
In his departure, I realize more and more that we lost a truly great human being
I can’t believe he is gone. I still don’t really want to accept it.
I want to fly to Maui for Christmas like we had planned and take a puff of my Dad’s favorite organic plant, look out at the sunset, and make perverted comments about the woman’s butts that were playing volleyball.
I miss him so much every second but I am so deeply grateful to have had a Dad like him.
I know that he is in a better place and that he’ll be waiting for all of us there when we are ready.
You left a bit too early for my liking but I understand.
I will see you when I see you.
I love you unconditionally forever and ever,
Your little guy
My dad didn’t have a filter, so I am going to not filter this either. I want to share with all of you some things about my dad that you probably wouldn’t know unless you were one of his children or closest friends…
Two things stand out to me about dad, one is his sense of humor, and the other is his desire to share, whether that was share knowledge, share money, share stories... He was always teaching and sharing with everyone around him.
One summer when we were on Maui and I was about 8 years old, our family and friends took a catamaran over to the island of Molokai, where we swam, ate lunch, climbed trees, swung on vines, and played in a giant valley of mud that we used to cover ourselves in from head to toe. Some of the little kids were running naked in the mud and my brother Sands asked my dad if he was going to get naked and run in the mud too. My dad replied to us that he couldn’t get naked and run in the mud for three reasons. The first was that if he did, all the women would go crazy over his peeper (our family word for penis) and chase him all over the island. The second was that the kids would mistake his peeper for a vine and try and use it as a swing, and the last was that his peeper would drag on the ground and scrape and he didn’t want to get hurt. We were in hysterics over his responses and to this day we have never forgotten those reasons, even though this happened some 20 odd years ago.
My dad is funny, really,really funny, and every time we were together we were laughing and telling stories. My dad rarely had a simple answer for any question we may have asked. Just a few weeks ago we were taking Sailor’s pacifier out and dangling it in front of her, trying to encourage her to use her hands to reach. My dad was laying there watching and said “this is like the myth of Sisiphus, every time she gets close you take it away.” Having no clue what he was talking about he went on to explain the greek mythology of Sisiphus, and all of this was before breakfast! He was always telling stories and teaching us, his children.
He was creative in his story telling, he had his own language, he could deliver a punch line like no other. He was obsessed with not wasting things. He never wanted to throw anything out and because of that, his fridge was full of items way passed their expiration date. He would sense Skye or myself sifting through the fridge, looking for things to throw away, and he would fly into the kitchen and exclaim, mustard doesn’t’ expire! I don’t care if it says 2009 on it that mustard is perfectly good you are not throwing that away. He went one entire summer using one paper plate for his toast every morning just to prove that could. One paper plate for breakfast for the entire summer!
He and technology had a terrible relationship. He could never figure out how to use his ipad and would call me and say something like “the google isn’t letting me youtube the website," or "I want to send my website to someone in an email, how do I give them the password." The first time he saw one of us put in a password on a computer he smirked and said, I know your password! And we were like oh yea dad, what is it? He was completely serious when he said “four stars.” I was at the mall with Matt recently and my dad called twice in a row, which meant a technology panic, and I answered while Matt was in the dressing room. For the next 30 minutes I had to explain to him how to copy and paste the link to a website that he wanted to email to someone. Other people in the dressing rooms were cracking up listening to our dialogue..
Another summer we put a couple of pictures of our family on the wall in the kitchen and when we came back the following summer, the collage of pictures was now covering the cabinets. That Christmas, when we were all there on Maui, the photos were now spreading out to the walls, but the best part about it was that about a third of the photos were of people we didn’t even know. We would say, dad, who is this kid? And he would say "I don’t know, his mom sent me his picture so I put it on the wall." His condo on Maui is basically covered in photos of our family and friends and complete strangers. His love for people always so apparent.
Dad had an inherent sense of justice, of doing what was right, even when it may have been easier to ignore something. He is just so good, so full of love, and he did so many generous things in ways that never brought attention to himself, and I would like to share some of those with you.
He saw an HBO show a few weeks ago that highlighted a story of an elderly African American woman named Harriett Cleveland who was 61 years old, living in Montgomery, AL and was raising her 3 year old disabled grandson . Unable to pay a driving fine as well as her medications and food, she put the bill in a pile of unpaid bills to be gotten to later. Over time, the fine compiled and built, eventually going from $75 to over $3000. She was arrested in her home in front of her grandson and brought to jail, spending 2, two week sentences in a confided cell. My dad, having seen her story, was so moved that he had his assistant, close friend, and coauthor, Dee, look her up, locate her, and he wrote her a letter and sent her $3000 to cover the fine, and additionally sent her two multiple thousand dollar checks just to make sure she was alright. The woman called him in tears, she couldn't believe that a complete stranger sent her more money than she had ever had at one time in her life. This woman’s story aired on HBO and only one person, one person in the whole world, reached out to help her, without seeking any attention or praise, and that on person was my dad.
He received hundreds of pieces of mail a week and there were always letters asking him for money or financial assistance. Coincidentally, there was always money being sent to him from his fans as well. People who believed in tithing would send him odd dollar amounts all the time. He had a system where, when someone wrote asking for money, he put it in a pile, and when he received money from someone, he would take a letter from his pile and send that person the money he just received. He maintained a constant flow of financial support to complete strangers just because he could.
He has paid for the education of over a dozen children unrelated to him, children of friends or even strangers just because he believed in the value of a good education and he was capable of providing one. He set up a million dollar college fund at his alma mater for inner city kids struggling to pay for school and to date over 74 inner city kids have benefitted from that scholarship.
Every time we took a walk together on Maui, which often times was everyday I was there, someone would stop him to tell him that his work changed their life and every time he would engage with them as if they were the most important person in the world to him at that time. Then, he would ask what hotel they were in and what their room number was and he would send me to deliver a few signed books to their room. This happened constantly. Daily, really.
He had an incredibly powerful platform. He attracted huge audiences all over the world and he knew how much sharing the stage with him could impact someone's career. Every year, without fail, he would find someone whose cause or story or message he believed in and he would include them in his program for that year. He would endorse their work and if they did work together, he gave them every dollar of the royalties he collected on it, never taking any of it for himself.
As weird as this sounds, I had a longing to be near my dad. I had a longing to talk to him, to hear his voice, as he has always been the person I most wanted to be like. Incredibly kind, generous to a fault, interested in the world and in people in particular, funny. On his birthday this year I sent him a card and in it I wrote that on his 75th turn around the sun, he should be so proud of the fact that his children take all of their free time to be with him, to be around him, and that that is the mark of a great man and an even greater father. He called me after he got my card and told me he loved that, he loved that his kids always wanted to be around him. I am so grateful that he knew how much I loved being with him.
My dad and I took several trips around the world together, just the two of us, and on one of those recent trips I wrote him a letter and told him how much I loved him. He read that letter at every one of his talks afterward and my sister Skye even turned it into a song that she sang to us while we danced together at my wedding. I am so grateful to have that memory. In that letter I told him that I could feel that he believed in me, and what greater gift could a parent give their child but to make them feel how much they believed in them?
When we came up with the idea to write a book together, a book about how I was raised and what it was really like to grow up in the Dyer household, I felt daunted and thrilled. I wasn't sure I could adequately express what it was like to have him as a father in just 10 chapters. But he was so encouraging, so loving. He worked with me, telling me over and over again, "Serena, you have a gift at telling stories, just tell your stories and it will be perfect." At the end of writing that book together, we were both so proud of it. I felt his love and pride for me. I am so grateful he is the kind of dad who shared that. I am grateful that he taught me to go within and find God. Grateful that he taught me to be open to other people's ideas and ways of living. He taught me to leave the judging to someone else, and instead, to just treat people with compassion, understanding that everyone is just doing the best they can. Most importantly, in this moment, I am most grateful that he taught me that even in death, we are just shedding one coat and putting on another. He told me he would never leave me, even when he left this earthly realm, and I am most grateful that I know this to be true.
Everyone that knows me knows I am a talker. My dad is a talker too. Talking to him is and was my most favorite thing in the world. I think that is what is so hard for me about all of this. Our relationship was built on talking to each other. We spoke on the phone almost every single day. We talked so often and about so many things that for me it is impossible to narrow down who my dad is to me on a few pages
In closing, I want to tell you that Dad and I agreed to name our book "Don't die with your music still in you" because for me, it was the most important lesson he taught me. Dad came here with music to play and he played it so loudly, it changed the world. One man, with some really big ideas, changed the lives of millions of people for the better. My dad, with his love of teaching, of sharing, of story telling, helped millions of people improve their lives. It is now my promise to you dad that I will not die with my music still in me. I carry who you are within me, and I will do everything I can to continue your message as you had just recently asked me to one day do. For me, this isn't goodbye. I could never say goodbye to the person who is everywhere and everything for me. To me, this is just learning to see you and hear you in a new and different way, cause as you said, when you die, you will still be here, just in another room… I love you forever and ever dad. Thank you, for everything.
I was fortunate enough to travel with my dad for the past 13 years, singing at all his events. The time I got to spend with him, I never took for granted. My dad asked me to travel with him when I was about 21 years old, I was going through a transition in my life and he was so kind to start me on this new journey. My dad was my biggest fan. He saw something in me and wanted me to believe in my talent, but also to know that it was never mine, that I am a vessel to share this gift that God gave me. I always loved that thought. My dad would have me write on a piece of paper “I AM FEARLESS” and carry it with me every time I sang, because he wanted me to be fearless on stage but to remember to be fearless in life also. My dad lived his life fearlessly, he knew what his purpose was at a very young age, and I understood that so well. Watching him on stage was magical, he was the greatest teacher. He was here to teach us all about love, because love is the only thing that matters.
My family has been talking about all of the things we will miss about our dad, there are so many. Everyone has done such a beautiful job of sharing. I will miss how hilarious he was, he was so quick, if there was a joke to be said, he said it. He loved to tell jokes and he loved to tell the same ones over and over. I loved this about him, it was the cutest thing in the world. My favorite joke he said was- “why can’t witches get pregnant on halloween? Because goblins have hollow weenies” … He told us that joke when we were little and we never understood it, but then found it hilarious once we figured out what it meant.
He got excited about the littlest things, it was the best to watch his face when something so small meant so much to him. That is an attribute I truly admired in him, he always found excitement and lived in a state of wonder. I’m going to miss his mind, his beautiful mind. I have learned so much from him and would continually grow as a spiritual being because of him. He would tell us what books to read and he knew the answer to almost anything you asked, it was truly remarkable. I heard him speak thousands of times and it never got old, he had such a gift for explaining ideas and answering life’s big questions. His memory was amazing, how one person can store that much wisdom from the past and share his own wisdom was beyond me. He really was a gift to our world.
The thing I am going to miss the most is his unconditional love for me and all my siblings. I always felt loved, I never felt judged or less than, he made us all feel so special. How lucky that I was given the gift of a father like him. He lit up every room that he walked in. My dad loved that I sang, we would always talk about music. When I sang on stage I felt invincible because he was up there with me beaming with pride. I’m so grateful I didn’t let my ego get in the way and ever stop traveling with him, because many times I thought- I want my own career- but now I know why I never stopped.
My dad was love and he used to tell me that I was the definition of love, but I believe that I learned that from him before I was even born. He always said that we choose who are parents are before we come into this world. I feel so lucky that I chose to spend this life with him, and I will forever be grateful that he chose to spend this life with me.
Dad, I am so sad to not be your traveling buddy anymore and to not talk about our plans. I will miss so many things, my mind can’t comprehend them all.
No one can fill this void, but I know you are here. I will continue to choose being kind over being right. I will continue to love without conditions. Mostly I will continue to love you and be your loving daughter.
I would like to end with one of my dads favorite poems about death by Emily Dickinson.
“The quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies and lads and girls was laughter and ability and sighing and frock and curls”
“This passive place a summers nimble mansion where bloom and bees fulfilled their oriental circuit then ceased like these”
I love you dad always and forever.
My dad was my hero. I thought he was so clever and smart. In college I remember a friend and I arguing over how to pronounce Ayn Rands' name. I told him look, let's call my dad and see what he says; my dad knows everything. So we called and sure enough he not only knew how to pronounce her name correctly, he also knew a myriad of other facts about her. Needless to say my pronunciation was not correct.
I have always been so proud that Wayne Dyer was my father. His name is in my name: Sommer Wayne Dyer. I have always proudly used my middle name even when it wasn't necessary. Even when I got married, at the dmv they asked what I would like to have on my id now. I simply added my new last name to the three I already had. I didn't want to lose that little link to my dad, and I told him so.
Growing up as a Dyer was in so many ways fun. My parents let us choose who we wanted to be. They went so far as to let us choose which religion we wanted to be, if any. So naturally on Rosh Hashanah I was Jewish in an attempt to miss school. That one never worked. Very clearly I remember so many mornings before school when we were young and four of us were all in the same school, and then for a few years all five of us younger kids were in the same school. We had a rotating schedule of a week sitting shotgun in my dads car on our way to school. To my dads credit whenever he was in town he always drove us to school. Always. And we had a CD from a movie called, "The Commitments" and we all knew all the words to every song and we each had different parts of the songs that we'd sing, Skye always had the hard solos. We also listened to Annie Lennox and Jackson Browne. I remember him explaining what legal tender was after hearing one of his favorites, The Pretender. Cats in the Cradle, and Bye Bye Miss American Pie, all of these were on repeat. My dads taste in music was a lot like his taste in people, conversation, literature, movies, and politics. If it didn't inspire him, move, change, or teach him, then he was simply not interested. He never liked loud, garish noises and he disliked violence. The laugh track on sitcoms and the inevitable chase scenes in action movies irritated him. He liked growth and positive change. He thrived on these things. He liked a good success story and there was no such thing as impossible. He believed in passion and finding what you love and doing just that. He was a man that was endlessly learning and absorbing facts with an exquisite way of producing these memories. He had such a charismatic way of setting up stories and delivering punch lines as you all know. He was always learning and searching for ideas; the reasons he did this, his motives were always pure. He didn't learn to sound pompous or educated or to feed his ego. He devoured ancient teachings to present them in a way people could understand and relate to. He educated himself to teach others what they could be capable of. And the result changed millions of lives for the better. The impact that he was able to have on people not just in America, but worldwide has created waves upon waves of positive momentum. People want to do what they love. People want to be inspired. They want to be happy and safe. People want to feel important, it is the human condition to want to be special and make a difference and my dad had the uncanny ability to make every person he interacted with feel like the most important person in the world and that drove him. He cared, bless his heart, about us all.
I watched as the years quickly slipped by and my parents split, challenging each of them. Mostly, I just wanted them each to be happy. And though things didn't turn out as I would have designed, they turned out far greater. My dad loved my mom so much and even though he knew that their physical relationship was over and now they existed on opposite sides of the country they became closer than before. Their split at first thought was the worst thing that could happen; looking back it was the final man, the one he had to put back together after being broken all the way down, that truly became love personified.
When my dad met my moms new boyfriend/partner after a few years it was a Thanksgiving at our home in Florida, my dad and Tony sat on each side of my mom at the head of the table. This is reconcilable differences. This is overcoming the need to harbor resentment and facing your shortcomings to present love and forgiveness for the greater good. So we could all get along and be together. My Nieces and nephews said, "Grandmas got a boyfriend AND a husband?!?" We laughed it off because well, that is pretty funny.
My dad moved to Maui full time and began to write some of his most important bodies of work. My mom received the type of companionship that she knew she would need to survive the afternoon of her life. This pleased my dad. This last test, that looked as if it was going to break my father became the catalyst for him to truly walk his talk. When he chose to stay on Maui he had my mom and sister empty his office which technically was like a 3 bedroom two story townhouse with a huge floor to ceiling library filled with books, a bare kitchen, and a desk. Every single thing he had amassed so far he gave away. He didn't want any of it and he no longer wanted any ties to the state of Florida. He moved to the place he felt the safest and most connection. In actuality this was what he needed but couldn't get while they were together. We all developed new relationships with each parent. They became people to me at this point in my life instead of just an annoying unit out to stop me from having a good time. I also realized how fragile and human they were. I honestly wanted them to be happy. And anytime in my life when I have tried to bad mouth my mother to my father he would sternly stop me and remind me for example, "That this was a woman who made Your lunches through high school, who you could count on to do whatever you ask of her and made sure your entire life that you had what you wanted and needed!" Or he'd exclaim, "That is your mother! She has been the only one to stick by you in your most self destructive time, she defends you when you don't deserve it and has never once doubted you." Putting me right back in my place. Talking bad about my mom was never allowed; not even when they split. After the initial split he was a complete wreck, had lost weight, lost interest in work, became listless and it was obvious that he felt bad for himself. Im only elaborating on this because it wasn't until after my parents split and then slowly became closer that I saw him begin to walk his talk. He began to be more authentic; his heartache made him human and relatable. Nobodies perfect and I used to always say it's the message that's important and not the messenger. But that isn't true. It is about the messenger.
In time he took a renewed interest in his health and he began to take better care of his body. He changed his mind about his diagnosis and the power it previously held and it literally changed his life. He took his life's work to a whole different level. He became connected for the first time, he became genuinely spiritual and not just aware of the arguments and references to the spirit. Somehow he made contact with "source" as he called it. He always tested his work and ideas out on us kids and he began talking about I am that I am, and he became genuine. Once he realized that he had come from God and that he too is God and that we all are a part of what made us, only then did his message and work became succinct. I no longer detected any dissonance in how he acted and what he said. Love became what it was about and my dad, my actual father continued with fervor to change how people felt about themselves and how they conducted their lives.
These last couple of years I have struggled with some recurring issues and instead of being ostracized and picked apart I have been invited. I have felt more love from my family these last couple of years than I ever have. My dad never would have wanted me to suffer in my choices not even a little bit, but he got to a place where he honored my chosen path and didn't shame me. My dad was always looking for solutions, for a single bright spot in an endless darkness. He would tell me the mark of a good man was not to be better than others, rather better than I used to be. He made things so simple to understand. You know when I was little my dad was just my dad. A bald man with a mustache who was generous and determined to be present and provide abundantly for his family, the exact opposite of what he had gotten from his father. Maybe he was a bit of an over achiever either way he found a way to help people be better, to feel good and in turn he pioneered a much needed genre. His message grew and evolved as he did. But whenever I spoke to my dad he wanted to know how I was or what I was doing, and he would listen carefully for that one piece of grace, of light, in between all my fear and excuses and he would focus on that expanding on how "good" that was or how there are simply no accidents, etc etc until it was bright enough to help me see the truth. I hope one day soon I will be able to show you I've answered the question you relentlessly urged me to ask myself, "How may I serve". You have always told me that's what's important, that's what people will remember, that's how you change lives, through service, give back." Once again you were right.
I often wonder how I was blessed with this life. Why did I come? Why was I surrounded by so much love? Why do they continue to believe in me when I consistently show them my train wreck side? If my parents and my siblings, husband, and friends would have even once given up on me, I wouldn't have survived, especially with the desire to thrive intact. I got what I needed, life is so funny like that and it goes by so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were making me give you a Popeye kiss.
Dad, I'm going to miss you but I guarantee I will still expect to see you once in a while jogging up and down the hallways in hotels getting your sweat on all of your terrified kids, waking us up with your oh what a beautiful morning song at the most ungodly hours of the mornings, but mostly I will miss my friend and confidant, my cheer leader, and the way you could make me know that though it may not seem like it, everything is perfect and the life that I desire is already on its way. I look forward to the next chapter of my life, but I know that you understand the circumstances. Thank you for loving me enough to let me wander all the while knowing that I would eventually want so badly to find my way home, I love you dad and am honored to have been your child in this life, I will see you again that's inevitable and until then I will do my best to remember to look for the bright spot in the dark days until the light is on for good and I'm free.
My dad always liked to tell his audiences the story of my arrival on the planet. He would inform everyone that on August 1, 1967 while the city of Detroit was on fire and there were tanks guarding Woodward Avenue, I decided to show up. Then of course everyone knew exactly how old I was and the comments would begin– it wasn’t such a big deal when I was 14 or even 25, but when I was 48, it got a little crazy. I think he really liked people telling him that he couldn’t possibly have a child that age because he looked and seemed so young. He would call me his little scurvy elephant and remind me that my arrival was not well timed for him. He often told me that the moment he realized that my agenda wasn’t always going to be the same as his parenting began for him.
My earliest memory of my dad was him coming home from graduate school late at night and waking me up in my crib, much to my mother’s chagrin. He would gently nudge me awake and make me kiss him through every slat in my crib and if I would try to stop early and go back to sleep, he would say. “Tickabutts, come on only a few more.” Tickabutts was a name that he gave me and he would sing it to the tune of “The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius.” His version was, “This is the dawning of the age of the Tickabutts.” I remember his prickly mustache against my baby skin and how it would make me flinch every time, but I didn’t care – I loved how much he loved being around me.
One of my favorite memories of my time with my dad was the summer of 1976. My dad bought up the entire first printing of his brand new book called Your Erroneous Zones and he put as many as could fit in the trunk of his car and we drove across the country. My dad got himself booked on every radio show and local TV show in every town in America. All I cared about was if there was a pool at each hotel along the way. I watched my dad do interviews from our hotel rooms and even from pay phones along the trip – he never lost sight of his vision for the success of that book or the message he was trying to share. I used to think to myself, that no one seemed interested in his message and a little embarrassed that he wasn’t going to give up. By the time we got to California, he had gotten himself booked on the Tonight Show and Your Erroneous Zones was on it’s way to becoming the biggest selling book of the 1970’s. Little did I realize at the time what an impact that summer would have on my life. I watch him be an entrepreneur before it was even a word and I watched him be spiritual before it was cool. His tenacity imprinted on me and gave me the launch pad I needed to start my own company 30 years later. He encouraged me to always live my life by my rules and sometimes that meant taking risks. When I started Urban Junket, was scared and he always told me that If I advanced confidently in the direction of my own dreams, I would endeavor to live the life that I had imagined and I would meet with a success unexpected in common hours. I’m so grateful for that foundation.
I used to really struggle with the fact that my parents were such different people. I think often children of divorce are pulled in opposing directions.
Sometimes pleasing one parent meant disappointing the other. But again with age came wisdom – I now feel lucky that while my mom kept me grounded and safe, my dad taught me how to fly – not everyone gets both of those things. That is how they both showed love and I’m equally grateful for both of them in my life.
My dad used to ask me every year what I wanted for my birthday and my answer was always the same – a sister. I don’t know if I was good at manifesting or if he was just a good listener, but I ended up with 5 of them and he even threw in 2 amazing brothers for fun. I couldn’t be more grateful for their presence in my life – especially now.
I was always in awe of my dad’s gratitude for everything and the fact that he never stopped learning – his entire life was spent learning and devouring new ideas. He insisted on staying current with the news to spite the fact that it was such a downer. 6:00 pm every evening was the time that we referred to as, “dad yells at the news” and we would all leave the room or stay and laugh at him. Two or three years ago, I suggested that he start recording the Daily Show because I thought it might help him stay informed in a more entertaining way. He took that advice and a few months ago after years of loving the Daily Show he called to thank me for that recommendation. He said he no longer had to yell at the news because now John Stewart did it for him.
Our biggest struggle as a family was having to share our dad with the rest of the world – it seemed like he was forever traveling, touring, speaking, teaching and we really wanted him at home. But the older I got the more I realized how much his work fed him and helped others – I know he would not have been nearly as amazing if he gave up his dreams for a more “normal” job. He wasn’t there for every game or every play, but he shared his amazing adventures and friends like Michael Jackson, Oprah Winfrey and Ram Dass with us.
He taught us great lessons:
Think like god thinks
We are all spiritual beings having a human experience – he’s having a spiritual experience now
Dad as you return to the source from which you came, may you know it for the first time!
I would like to close with a few lines from a song that I printed off and gave to my dad years ago – it was always special to both of us and we would call each other any time either of us heard it randomly. It’s called The Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg – my sister Skye will be singing it for you all today.
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate, he tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn’t wait. He earned his love through discipline and thundering velvet hand. His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.
Thank you for kindness and your stories of the road
Thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
Thank you for your kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don’t think I said I loved you near enough.
I love you Daddy Gaboo!
I don't know how long it will be available for, but at the moment you can still watch the wonderful, moving Hay House Tribute To Dr Wayne W. Dyer that was held in Orlando on 18th September 2015.
"On this evening dedicated to Wayne, Reid Tracy, Hay House CEO, and Hay House authors Marianne Williamson, Anita Moorjani, Bruce Lipton, Caroline Myss, Nick Ortner and Cheryl Richardson will remember Wayne and his legacy. We will pay tribute to Wayne through stories of his life, along with highlighting some of his greatest teachings, including clips from his last lecture in Melbourne, Australia. Wayne was a pioneer in bringing the principles of self-discovery and personal growth alive for the masses. He will forever live on in our minds and hearts." - Hay House
This page has taken quite a long time to complete and just as my thoughts were, that's it... done, the song 'Thank You' from Bliss came into my mind and stuck with me, I 'knew' that I had to include it on this page and as I began to search for a video to post, I realized that I needed to make one with these quotes and pictures. Interestingly, I have not done a video for four years as for a long time I had problems uploading and then with software, but this one all worked out fine! The lyrics of the song are so fitting as a Wayne Dyer Tribute.