What do I wear? What do I want to present out to the world today? I rummage through my suitcase. Today, I decide, is the day to wear my colors. I don my maroon and yellow Hopi Day School t-shirt (Proud to be a Hawk!) and am ready now for what the day will bring.
I need not wait long.
300 feet later I’m exiting the campground into town. Zack, the entrance attendant calls out to me. Blond hair. Young and shaggy. Hey! Where’d you get that shirt, he shouts.
Hopi, I say.
You were at Hopi?
Eight years, I say.
You lived at Hopi, he asks incredulously. He steps forward and seizes me in his arms.
My grandmother, he says. She’s Suzanne Page.
She’s your grandmother? Now it’s my turn to be incredulous.
And Jake’s my grandfather. They live here in Lyons. Give me your number, he says. You have to meet them.
There’s so much we have to talk about, I say.
I didn’t know that today would be the day. But I’ve been awaiting this moment for a long, long time.