My dad was a reloader. He tried to get me into it when I was a teenager, but I didn't care. Then we didn't get a long real well for a long time, and then when we did reconcile, he really wasn't shooting and loading any more.
And then he passed away in 2012. I inherited all his books, loading tools, notes and recipes, and oodles of components. I read and studied every piece of literature I could get my hands on, and finally got all the tools set up and carefully worked my way through it, and got my own process down pretty well.
So, though he tried to mentor me, I wasn't listening. And then when I was ready, he was gone.
but it's okay, I like to think he'd be proud of what I've made of it all. And he's on my mind every time I'm processing something, figuring out a new kink, streamlining a process, or whatever.
So, he's my mentor in spirit.