musician/member name: Music
Near the end of my Dad’s life, he had a dream…or maybe it was a vision? Whichever, it deeply moved and comforted him beyond measure. While he was a Christian throughout his life, he also strongly identified with his Native American heritage. It was the latter that manifested, which he shared with the family just prior to slipping away. Through tears of joy he related the shear beauty and magnificence of his vision. In brief, he was riding on a white horse behind a beautiful Indian maiden heading towards a tribal council fire. Once there, he waited outside the circle as the council debated if he was worthy to join the tribe. The maiden stepped into the circle and spoke on my father’s behalf imploring the elders to accept him as a member. Based on his joyful tears, I do believe my Dad found his tribe that day.