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February 18, 2012.
A year, how can it be? Gone.
We, his children, dig his grave and bury him – our father.
Family 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.
Recommended: “The Last Road Trip: Eulogy for my Father;” “Divas & Dads: Dying to Know”
