Last Saturday afternoon we scattered some of Uncle Dick's ashes on the Ranch.
We gathered at the Eagle's nest, just off of El Toyonal, sang a rousing chorus of "When the Saints Come Marching In," as Colson accompanied us on the trombone, and had a prayer. Then everybody was given a small cup of ashes to spread upon the earth that Dick loved so dearly.
It was a touching and remembrance. I felt that Dick would have appreciated that we took time to visit the ranch and think of the impact he had on all of us.
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