Hair cut and straight rustica burning for her. I known your pain my brother.
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I can't even begin to imagine your loss. You are not alone friend, not now, not ever.
My deepest and most heartfelt condolences. You and your family will be in our prayers. Petit Robin in her honor.
Kasitsinhawi : She Who Brings Flowers 
My condolences, Sir, on the passing of your wife. This news brought to mind part of a speech made by Chief Seattle (Suquamish) in 1854, and I pray that his words might bring you comfort:
"Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
"Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds."
"Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
"Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds."
My condolences. I cannot phathom the pain this has brought to you and yours. A pipe full of Sweet Virginia for your dear wife.
God bless and deepest condolences. I will gladly smoke a bowl in her honor and to speed her journey to the place where her ancestors are waiting to welcome her. Sorry for your loss brother.
My sincere condolences for your loss. My next bowl this evening will be smoked with her in mind.
My friend, you would think, as a widower, I would know the perfect words to ease you pain and soothe you heart. Sadly I realize there is nothing I can say or write that would suffice.
Please know, I am wishing you all the peace and comfort possible as you move through this event in your life. And of course, I will light a bowl in her honor. And send a prayer on a stream of smoke to her in heaven.
Please know, I am wishing you all the peace and comfort possible as you move through this event in your life. And of course, I will light a bowl in her honor. And send a prayer on a stream of smoke to her in heaven.
She has found perfect peace. I will light the final pipe of the night in her honor. May you cherish and find joy in the memories you shared.
So sorry for your loss, my thoughts go out to you and yours, and all those who will suffer her loss.
I shall burn some tobak in her honor.
I shall burn some tobak in her honor.