Your father was a good man
Growing up without him is gonna be hard
It’s gonna hurt
You will feel alone out to the sea with no shore in sight
You will wonder “why me why him”
Remember you have warrior’s blood in your veins
The code that made your father who he was is the same code
that will make you a man he would admire respect
Put your pain in a box
Lock it down
Like those people in the paintings your father liked
We are man made up of boxes
Chambers of loss and triumph
Of hurt and hope and love
No one is stronger or more dangerous than a man
Who can harness his emotions his past
Use it as fuel as ammunition as ink to write the most important letter of your life
Before he died your father asked me to give you this poem by Tecumseh
I told him I’d fold it into a paper airplane
And in a way I guess that’s what I’m doing
Sailing it form him to you
“Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart
Trouble no one about his religion
Respect others and their views
And demand they respect yours
Love your life
Perfect your life
Beautify all things in your life
Seek to make your life long and of service to your people
When your times comes to die
Be not like those hearts are filled with fear of death
So that when their time comes they weep and pray
For a little more time to live their lives over and in a different way
Sing your death song
And die like a hero going home
Your Father”
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