True kinship shows up. Not just at the wake, but in the woodpile left at a grieving family’s door, in the way we speak names long after the funeral, in the grocery store conversations where laughter and tears mix. This is how villages mourn together, unscripted, and without end.

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By: Kelsie Kilawna A variation of this story was first published by IndigiNews in their monthly newsletter. Where I grew up on my reserve...