My dad passed away in May last year and in June we gathered at his home in Jackson Hole for a memorial. We held an open house for his friends and family at the Historical Center where he spent so much time as a volunteer. Here we are with some of those friends, representing Mah Jongg groups, the Historical Center, the National Elk Refuge and others:
The Historical Center has clothes for children to play dress-up in, and my sister’s grandkids had a great time trying on various clothes. Aren’t they adorable?
We also had to perform the sad task if burying my dad’s ashes with our mother at Aspen Hill Cemetery in Jackson. But kindly, in true western fashion, they let us do the digging ourselves, which made it very intimate and memorable.
Here is the whole gang. It isn’t often we get this many of us together, and we were still missing part of the family.