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  • I sat looking into the west, with my thoughts scattered like the painted clouds, red, orange, fading into blue, I often wander if I would ever see him again? Perhaps, maybe somewhere far away from here. I started to tremble, I knew that it wasn't possible, not with these eyes, I will not be able to feel his laughter again, to shake his hand, to hear his voice, dad, can you hear me? I have lost hope, I am afraid, I cannot move forward, I cannot let you go! not again, I lamented until the first star appeared. It was then that I realized that his name was "flying star" A Lakota name given to him by the spirits, "Wicahpi Kiya," It dawned on me that he is always with me! He is a part of me, A part of his grand kids, he did not leave, He will always live on through all of us! When I remember how much that I loved my father, I look inside myself and there he is, and when I see a falling star I remember him.
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