we talked we laughed

Dear Unborn Kin, In dream last night, three large brownskinned men appeared together with a fourth standing apart. Warriors. We looked at each other. This morning I walked the hill near our home. At the top, at the overlook, three large Native American men stood side by side with a fourth taking their photo. I stopped. We talked. We laughed. Each shook my hand and wished me Happy Father's Day as I did each of them. We laughed together some more and I went on my way. Your Loving Ancestor