This photo was taken on a hilltop in Dad and Mom's back 40. This is where we spread Dad's ashes, just prior to Thanksgiving Day of 2010. It was a small service, just immediate family. Little was said; few could speak. With what little voice I could muster, I gave The Lord's Prayer, and recited REQUIEM, by Robert Louis Stevenson. And then we walked home to face life without my father
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Gladly did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.