Author: Donovan Quintero

“Maybe I’ll see you on the other side, Deana. I don’t know you and I don’t remember you,” Dixon said as his last words at 10:19 a.m., which was shared with the press at the State Prison Complex in Florence, Arizona.

Dixon died at 10:30 a.m. Wednesday.

He had to leave the world to combat his demons.

He always mentions frybread and mutton stew.

And he always asks what new progress the Navajo Tribe has made in the past 30-plus years, said Lenny Foster, a retired supervisor for the Navajo Nation Corrections Projects.

Become a walking memory for a loved one who is missing or has been murdered.

Grief by itself can be worthless because nothing can be bought with it.