I didn’t go to my grandfather’s funeral. The shaman told me I should not go. If I went, he said, I would never see my grandfather again. If I did not go, my grandfather would visit me in my dreams. The shaman spoke the truth. My grandfather has come often into my dreams, keeping alive the stories he had told me when I slept with him in our tent, many years ago.

Norman Ekoomiak in An Arctic Childhood