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  • I pen this sitting in my red rock desert - the wind blowing, as the rain gently falls.
    Dad your spirit is within each gust - each drop - and in every raven’s call.

    I know that just as you loved me, your love for nature ran equally as deep,
    Now the two are locked as one inside my soul; forever mine to keep.

    Side by side, with heavy packs - you and I walked miles and miles,
    Trudging through streams, mountains, rocks, and many stormy trials.

    As we navigated those trails, you were my compass, my mentor, my strength.
    You taught me about the native flora and fauna; regardless of our trails length.

    Heidi and I would follow our fearless pack leader – hand in hand.
    We learned the true meaning of fortitude, tenacity, and how to take a stand.

    Later in life, as my paths were paved with hardships rather than flowers,
    I realized your perseverance had created a reservoir within me of tremendous power.

    The power to go the distance, to never give up, to never give in, to never waiver,
    A power that comes from enduring extreme elements; experiences I am later able to savor.

    And you my father, even off the trail, continued to be my pack leader, my stalwart guide,
    Pointing out fault lines in my life plans, or giving me shade under which I could hide.

    Even under pressing circumstances, tragedies, and places where hope and light were far,
    You continued to be my source of direction, my rock, my Northern star.

    Forever, all the trails I hike, all the rivers I forge, all the mountains I see,
    you will be soaring above, echoing your love to me.
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