Gathered together on the edge of the Locsha River we solute our patriarch. The ceremonial spreading of the his ashes made his passing somehow definite, concrete. Retelling funny stories and remembering his life lessons and advice brought only smiles to our faces. Each and every one of us will continue to feel him everyday. His memory, his presence will remain thick and coherent on our hearts.
It is among those every reaching cedar trees that his body rests. In death his ashes will become the dirt, the roots, forever connected to the wild as his mind was in life. On the river’s current he rides to eternity to the gates where I know he is gathering true knowledge. He is there waiting to tell us all the truths he has discovered.
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