In this time of experiencing feelings of loss and holding to the memories of Grandfather who we have come to love and who has made up a part of our life, we must allow this journey to be even more joyous than any he has made before. 

We cannot chart this voyage for him and cannot go with him. This is of his own choice and must be of the most intimate and private place with Great Spirit. 

We will remember that even as he has gone forward without us he holds a part of us as we do him. We live inside each other now. Closer than ever possible when he walked among us as a name and form.

That part of us that looks out from our eyes, the windows of our souls into the world is still with him as always and will be forever. 

So while today and the days ahead we will share tears, they are simply the waters of our Spirits that will nurture 
the seed of his new birth. 

Our tears and the water on our Altars will assist him as he moves through the passages between the worlds.

We will love each other here as he demonstrated. We will tell his stories often and he will live through them into the lives of our children.

Now he will become one with the Sun birthing us each morning. 

He will always be a mighty warrior guarding us while we are in our sacred lodges, sharing all the wondrous things and visitors who come by as he waits for us, as he has so often on Ceremonial Hill. 

He will always take his place in our Circle as he has become one with us here. 

He will guide our hearts and hands as we reach out to heal and assist our relations in the Clinic he birthed in our Village with his seed money and teachings. 

He will sing and chant with us as always, now as the feathered ones fly overhead or sit in a nearby branch. 

He will provide you always a place as you lay upon the grassy lands. 

And he will walk throughout your seasons as gentle falling leaves. Charming us as only he could do with colors of brilliance that can only slightly compare to his own.

He will see you, as you shed your layers of disbelief, when the Winter blanket of White melts, and under the remnants of snow, the twinkle of his eyes will come again in the new Spring flowers.

He will be in the Mists as Spirit comes to be with us here, and sleeps in our valleys and hill tops.

He will comfort us as he dries our tears as the wind moves over our faces. He will talk to us if we will listen when the Winds move around us.

In the peak of Summer when the abundance hangs heavy on the trees he will show us his faith in the fruits of our vision and each rain drop will be his encouraging us to go on. 

He will be the whispering silence in our nights, letting us know how thin the veil of the worlds are.

"Never give up," he said sitting next to me after a Council Circle once when I was not sure the People could go further. "I am here now to help you. I will show you how we can do this." He said, "Never let the fires of hope and peace be put out with doubt and the lack of vision from those who would try to discredit you and the People. You are a strong and good People. I have never met People so willing to work and give as much as you here. Such Love as I have found in you and Janet, I never believed in all my years I would find it." He came forward with seed money immediately and pledged part of his fees for treatments to funding the building of the Clinic.

His long life was the example he leaves us of what determination can do and the extent of his abilities to heal.

For Janet I would like to say, he has left in you his very best. Which for us is something rare and good. He will truly be thought of always, with great respect and appreciation, and we are the better for sharing what time we have had with him.

May you all heal your sense of loss and carry the torch of his wisdom all the days of your life.

I will serve him in The Singing Over and ask that all spend some time each sunset to send your voices in prayer to keep him moving to the light of Yunsai and the Pure Lands. Hold not to thoughts that would wish him here. He is as we all will one time be in and of the Creator, and all is at peace and harmony.

Those who are broken that do not know and live empty will say he is no more, he is dead. Those who have been touched in their lives by Spirit will say, "See there in the West the Eagle flies toward the Sun, A Warrior is going home!"

This one known to the People as Pa'Ris'Ha sends a Song and Spirit will know her words and he returns to where he began.