When Henry’s daughter Neise called that day it was with the sad news that very suddenly Henry was gone. Or as Ewan said, “Gone Fishin’”.  For a man born on the edge of the lake and living his entire life in this tiny town of Uncertain, Henry had a lot of friends. So many the venue for his service had to be moved from his church to a much larger one. A testament to the man himself. Filled to the absolute brim, we had the pure luck of being seated with the choir in their loft—also full to the brim. Voices vibrating through our bodies as they began to sing Sam Cooke’s A Change Is Gonna Come; “I was born by the river, in a little tent…”

We also had the surreal experience of meeting one of Henry’s long-standing fishing buddies, Don Henley. Don often fished the lake with Henry—the tales had been told to us by many, but Henry never thought of him as anyone other than Don. We had a nice long conversation with Don and Henry’s family (somewhere there are pictures) about what a lovely man Henry is. The night carried on in front of Henry’s home, a stone’s throw from Henry’s favorite bench on the edge of Henry's Caddo Lake.