Dear Kathleen and Gus,
At the risk of demonstrating to everone how scattered and disorganized I am, a year after these pictures were taken, I was trying to file a bunch of pictures. I happened upon these particular ones and had a flash back to your beautiful home in Montana. I thought back to our time visiting and the day we spent riding in the hills where you spent so much time working your stock. I remembered Gus's and Jack's narative as we climbed the wooded hills. Barb asked so many questions about the days gone by and I really got a perspective from ranchers about the land and how one could come to love it. I know you hardly have met me, but I want you to know that I took away from that time a connection that is not easily described. As you spoke about times in those hills when your kids were learning to be cowboys or more importantly learning to be responsible adults, and you described the ache of a missing child, and then the incredible relief of a found one, I came to know what these hills mean to you. Thank you for sharing with me all their beauty from your perspective. I won't forget them or you. Gus, and Kathleen, I know this road you now walk is heavy with burden, but please know that each of us who love you, walk with you and pray for you and think of you every step of the way.
At the risk of demonstrating to everone how scattered and disorganized I am, a year after these pictures were taken, I was trying to file a bunch of pictures. I happened upon these particular ones and had a flash back to your beautiful home in Montana. I thought back to our time visiting and the day we spent riding in the hills where you spent so much time working your stock. I remembered Gus's and Jack's narative as we climbed the wooded hills. Barb asked so many questions about the days gone by and I really got a perspective from ranchers about the land and how one could come to love it. I know you hardly have met me, but I want you to know that I took away from that time a connection that is not easily described. As you spoke about times in those hills when your kids were learning to be cowboys or more importantly learning to be responsible adults, and you described the ache of a missing child, and then the incredible relief of a found one, I came to know what these hills mean to you. Thank you for sharing with me all their beauty from your perspective. I won't forget them or you. Gus, and Kathleen, I know this road you now walk is heavy with burden, but please know that each of us who love you, walk with you and pray for you and think of you every step of the way.
John Lasher
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