I’ve been gone for awhile. My 93-year-old father was suffering from dementia and pneumonia and he passed away. It is a blessing because he never would have wanted to live that way and suffer. And, at 93, he had lived a long and wonderful life! My sister, mother, and I wanted to give him a fitting funeral so we planned it in a tiny Nebraska Sandhill town with burial in the cemetery where his grandfather was the first to be buried. Of course we had to decide what kind of funeral to give an old cowboy. We decided on one in the little town church with music provided by a man who plays guitar and sings. But the thing that I liked the most was that we had a local rancher bring two horses. One was saddled with Dad’s saddle and we put his well worn cowboy boots backward in the stirrups. That is often used in military funerals, but it means he is looking backwards (in this case at his family and friends). It was pretty touching. Oh, and we buried him with his Stetson.