We’re at the ranch.
It’s my cousin’s place.
90 acres
horses, sheep, ponds, creeks
and
ATVs.

It’s our second home. It’s the place where we escape our noisy city lives. It’s the place Art wanted to be sprinkled. I left part of him here in May 09, 1 month after his death. I left him in a box. That was placed above my cousin’s book shelf.

Today was time to take some of him home to LA. And then spread him out here, down by the creek his favorite place at the ranch.

Ezra and Pallas wanted to see his ashes. So they took the box and sat outside with it.
We opened the box. And then Ezra touched his father.

“I want to keep some of the ashes with me.” he said.

“That way I can keep daddy forever.”