Taking my Dad home

My Dad was born and raised in Ryder, ND.  He died this May and said that he would like to be buried in his family plot if/when I could do that.  It seems serendipitious that I was making this trip out West just months after he passed.  So even though his home town was at least 430 miles away, Carole & I started out for the 2 day, round trip marathon while Vince watched Latte.  Its so great to have good friends to help through difficult times. 

It is a small town in the middle of nowhere, but because of that they all know each other and take care of their own.  My father's name and that of his family, pictures and memorabilia are posted several places around town and in their museum.  They gave us a reception, took us around and made me feel that I had truly brought him Home.