your father was a good man.Growing up without him is gonna be hard.it's gonna hurt.you'll feel alone,out to sea with no shore in sight.you ‘ll wonder,”why me?why him?”Remember,you havewarrior‘s blood in your veins.The code that made your father who he was is the same code.that’ll make you a man he would admire,respect.put your pain in a box.lock it down .like those people in the painting your father liked.we are men 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 pome 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 from 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 service to your people.When your time comes to die.Be not like those whose heart are filled with fear of death.So that when their comes they weep and pray.For a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.Sing your death song. And die like a hero going home.
HD
