
Uncle Henry was killed by a drunk driver one April morning, on the way out of the LaJolla reservation, in the foothills of Palomar Mountain. This is the best I can do now – learn about “Uncle” Henry and the legacy he left to the LaJolla tribe, the Luiseño’s and the world. "Here is a face of man who suffered much", I thought to myself when I finally saw his photo. Wisdom and sorrow are reflected in creases of many years. Uncle Henry ’s last wish was to have his ashes scattered over the San Luis Rey river, where he grew up as a young member of La Jolla Indian Tribe in Pauma Valley, in the foothills of San Bernardino Mountains.
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