“I’m not going to let his memory lie there.I’m going to pick it up like a dropped feather…”

” But to let him die. In front of a restaurant in Dawson Creek? I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to let his memory lie there. I’m going to pick it up like a dropped feather. I’m going to sing songs, and I’m going to pray and I’m going to smudge everyoneContinue reading “I’m not going to let his memory lie there.I’m going to pick it up like a dropped feather…”