Thomas Hathaway

In Memoriam

Thomas Hathaway

3/4/1964-9/3/2008

My hopes for our people rise and fall like the sun. They undulate like the flamethat leaps high then gasps for breath in the wind. But as sure as we are here, as sure as the blood of our ancestors courses through our veins, we shall not give up.

Not until the last breath given to us by you, O’ Great Spirit. I will not give up.

For compared to the stars in the heavens we are very small. But let us loom large

over our fears, over our impulses to act in our own self-interests. For one

moment of true compassion, let love and kindness shared between two people be more valuable than all the wealth one could accumulate in a life time, and let it echo across the centuries.

Thomas Kanonto Hathaway 2008

It has been one long, sad year since you left. We found this poem

you wrote and wanted to share this part of you. May you always

be the wind.

Love,

Your sisters April, Karen and

brother John