I remember many long talks. Hours spent discussing everything from the old ways and languages to locksmithing.
  I remember smudging my first drum in that special way, with you watching over and guiding.
  I remember going to buy that large bag of white sage in that place you told me.
  So many things. Not all good, but most of them great.
  Your name is still on our lips. Your memory lives still in our hearts.