Hi Native Spirit,

I remember coming home from school to see my mother in her room reading some old love letters my father and her (and we) used to send each other. It was a painful sight. She didn't realize I was there and when she did, she quickly smiled and wiped her eyes, and beckoned for me to come in. I will never forget that day, it still brings me to tears. It has been 14 years since my father went Home.

Sending you love, Native Spirit...