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Remembering

February 18, 2012.

A year, how can it be?  Gone.

We, his children, dig his grave and bury him – our father.Digging Dad's graveFamily cemetery outside Hinsdale, Montana, May 2012.  

(Al, Helen; not shown–sisters Marilyn and Jennifer)

We waited until the snow melted to bury Dad’s ashes on Memorial Day:

a jarring gun salute, soothed by  haunting “Taps” echoing off the South Bench hills of my father’s beloved homeland, northeastern Montana.

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Recommended: The Last Road Trip: Eulogy for my Father;”  “Divas & Dads: Dying to Know”