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Letter of Gratitude #1

Toward the end of this day, I am reminded of how precious life is.  I know this to be true.  As a Sicangu woman who lives and breathes among the others in my Tribe, among all ages, all day long; I see the struggle.  I hear the struggle; and I know the struggle.  There is no other struggle than that to survive.  And in my observation, since 2005, things have drastically changed around the world for all people, who became included in the survival struggle, who perhaps had not been included in the struggle before.

My life is real to me (a type of concrete realness like concrete is), and in the acknowledgement of the value of human life and co-existence, I have made a choice to create 7 letters of gratitude for 7 days to people in my life whom have made tremendous contributions.


Day 1, Letter 1

Dear Elza Jean,

My first letter of gratitude is to you, sweet child, on this eve that I am recanting my learning about the preciousness of human life.  Thank you for coming into my life; into my world; and blessing me with knowing you.  Your presence in my life has taught me that for my own life, God is in control.  He took from me what I had wanted most, and that was you.  I was angry with Him.  I was devastated.   Yet, from the beginning, I had said that all I wanted was for the day to come when I would look back at your birth and be happy.  That day came long ago.

I owe you my gratitude for touching my heart in a way that cannot be replicated, by anyone.  The brief moments that I could hold you were moments that I still treasure physically, in my own way, at the oddest of times.  Thank you for being in my life.

Forever,
Mom

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  1. GustavaApril 3, 2014 at 8:51 AM

    Hi Lynne -

    I came across your blog this morning. I'm the executive producer of Native America Calling. We're working on a show about autism in Native America next week. I'd like to speak with you. Can you email me so I can get in touch with you? My email is sgustavus@nativeamericacalling.com.

    Best,
    Sarah Gustavus

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  2. GustavaApril 3, 2014 at 8:52 AM

    Hi Lynne,

    I came across your blog this morning. I'm the executive producer of Native America Calling. We're working on a show about autism for next Monday, April 7. I'd like to speak with you. Can you email me so we can get in touch directly? My email is sgustavus@nativeamericacalling.com

    Best,
    Sarah Gustavus

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    1. Lynne ColombeApril 12, 2014 at 9:46 AM

      Apologies for the late reply, I will email you.

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