To the Editor: Burton Hawk always said, “There is no goodbye, only see you later.”

Kingfisher, and the Cheyenne and Arapaho Tribes of Oklahoma, lost a treasure when Burton Hawk died this week.

They say that whole libraries of knowledge die when one elder passes away. Burton contained knowledge learned at the knee of his mother Nellie, daughter of one of the last mystic holy men – the Cheyenne Contraries.

In an age in which he often felt a stranger, Burton was able to walk the diverging roads that many find so difficult.

His was an ability to accumulate enough to provide for family and yet always have an open hand to everyone, everyone, everyone in need.

In a world that values the laying up of riches, Burton gave his away.

In a world that says “take care of your own,” Burton took care of his own and everyone else’s as well.

His trade was oilfield welder. He learned welding after serving time in the Army disarming bombs.

His steady hand and eye, calm demeanor and self control made him a master at his welding craft.

He honored his traditional ways at ceremonies as Headsman of the Bow String Clan.

He loved Appaloosa horses, Wind Walker, greasy meat and family.

But fearful is the righteous temper of a strong man on the occasions when that temper is aroused.

But to see the same man gentle and tearful – that was like the still small voice.

“Hawks mate for life,” said Burton. He and Diane were perfect partners with love left over for many children by blood and by blessing.

And grandchildren and great-grandchildren who all know the rock that was the foundation of the family is gone.

No, not gone. White Antelope, facing death at Sand Creek famously sang, “Only the stones last long.”

Burton will last long, long, eternally long.

See you later, my Brother.

Virginia Giglio Cork, Ireland