My father had to leave this physical world at the young age of 49, but his spirit lives on. He loved Nature and had great respect for Native American Cultures that honored Mother Earth. He enjoyed working in his garden, exploring in the woods, and watching brother hawk soar over the fields of Shelby Bottoms. One year to the day of his passing, he came to visit me in a dream. It was good to see him again, and I hope in dreams our paths will always cross.