So I will write to you instead. Mary and Ed brought your ashes to me yesterday, your green cane that you loved and had forgotten at the hospital, I'm using it now as I continue to try to heal.
We walked around the property, spring is slowly coming with milder temperatures. We have a mountain lion, found a dead deer, Mary has this keen sense of smell and could smell the cat. No bears yet, I won't be chasing them for awhile.
I put your ashes in an old antique wooden box with a radio decal on it, seemed only right since you loved your music, I will spread your ashes when I'm ready. It may be awhile, not ready to part with you yet.
Sidney and Bailey are fine, Iva calls me every day, worried about the Big Horns and the lion.
She only has 57 days left, you know what I mean.
I miss you.