I originally come from Southern Ohio, the home of the Shawnee. My dad was a great lover of nature and lived his life so that he respected all living things. When he was diagnosed with lung cancer he never gave up and rarely, if ever, did he complain despite the pain we all knew he was in. When he lost his battle to cancer I read this at his memorial (actually, I attempted to read it but was overcome with such emotion that my cousin had to read it for me), there was not a dry eye in the house and many of our relatives came to me after and told me how beautiful it was. How it described him perfectly. I will always remember my dad as a warrior, as my hero.