I lost my uncle a few years ago. He was always encouraging and supportive no matter what I did (especially my photography). He was like a father to me since I wasn’t close to my own father. My uncle loved the outdoors and loved his Native American heritage. He was, most of the time, kind,but like all of us, dealt with his own demons in his own way. Which is why we could relate to each other so well. “Whatever you do in life, do the very best you can, with both your heart and mind.” (Lakota quote). I miss him all the time.