"I'm an Indian"

I'm starting to make connections with people who I've never met before. My Dad used to go to the Native Friendship Center across the street from where he lived in rural Northern Ontario. I remember rolling my eyes when he used to laugh and say "I'm an Indian too"... when he described how he would go there to meet with friends. So today I called one of my Dad's friends who worked there and we chatted and he shared what dying means in his culture. My Dad was a funny and quirky but courageous guy. The resources at this Center also helped him during big decisions and when he needed extra community support.