A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for me.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't worry about falls
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we're together again
Remember all that I have
taught you through out the years
Hold fast to the moccasin trial that was made for you
by our ancestor
Stay on the Red Path
you shall never go wrong
It will keep you from those who would render you harm
Prin. Chief Ray Lonewolf Couch
Appalachian Nation Cherokee
10/14/1940-4/14/2011
Our Chief dedicated his life to his people , The Appalachian Nation Cherokee Chief Ray was a man for the people. For over 48 he lead the people to take pride in themselves. To love their heritage and their culture. He meant the needs of his people even if it meant coming out of his own pocket, and after meeting Angel, he used her pockets too.
Their love was a match made in haven. The two of them would go into SW, Virginia, Maryland, Pa, NJ and Del. Taking can goods, dry goods and books into all the committies.
Chief Ray Lonewolf, was a man who stood for peace and unity among of First Nation People.
He would make sure that when Appalachain held their Powwow "ALL COULD CAME AND DANCE"
Chief Ray Lonewolf didn't slow down if when poor health forced him tired. As the new Prin. Chief spent the winter months in Peru, Chief Ray keep on leading the way to help bring unity to all Virginia
I pray that legacy of this great man, Chief Ray never dies, and the
Appalachian Nation Cherokee stand firm and keep building the bridge of UNITY for all Virginia First People
Rayand Angel travel the powwow curcit together and sometimes you would find him saying to her " Angel go out there and shake it". People loved to here the Chief tell stories. When ever the children would the hand drum, they would "come-a-runnin" just for a chance to hear one of the world greast Story-Teller
