An old man lived a good long life

There was a funeral here all weekend. Fortunately it was for an old man, who lived a good long life. I didn’t know him in life, but I have been honored to meet him over the last four days in his death.

I will not go into details now on what happens during a funeral here. You will have to ask me over the summer. Or you’ll have to wait for the next chapter in Memoirs of an HG. But, tonight there was a big potlatch. I am so full, mainly from berries and baluga whale. I didn’t touch the moose meat or caribou. I wanted the thing with no name, but knew I couldn’t have it. Next year I will be eating a lot more muktuck, so I guess tonight was a taste of next year. Right before I was about to leave someone handed me a king salmon, what an honor. I never thought I would get a gift like that. I am trying to cook up all the food I have left before I go. The king salmon means I will have to cook up a feast for friends. I know it is rough here, but I am sad to go.
Love you all!

~ by kristeninak on April 24, 2007.