|Name at birth:||Michael Lee Dodd|
|Date of birth:||June 4, 1961|
|Place of birth:||Cedar Rapids, Iowa|
|Date of death:||August 15, 1989|
|Place of death:||Arvin, California|
|Resting place:||Arvin Cemetery|
|Submitted by:||Harry L. Dodd (email@example.com)|
I have stood at the ocean’s edge, seeking that which man has sought through the breaking waves of time. I have walked through the silent dense forests speaking with my brother the animal.
I have gone to the far place in minutes, where it took my father days to travel, nay, years. I have been lost in the love of a woman’s passion, seeming to not return the same as when I left.
I have spoken to such Gods as have revealed themselves and communed with spirits having taken earthly shapes. I have known a good era as it was upon me, passing into but a memory from which I drew sustenance.
I have poured my best into my children, knowing it was not good enough. I have ridden the notes of songs in the vast expanse of mental space.
I have seen the depths of sound wash over my soul as I asked unanswerable questions. I have died, only to return unwillingly to a place I never meant to enter.
I have been an abandoned soul on a windswept mountain top and have exalted in feelings no other human dares to remember.
I was, I am, I will to be a wizard molded by knowledge, an enchanter shaped by skill, a magician by my own choice, a sorcerer guided by the mysteries of life. I am all of these and more…
I am your father.