Sorry I have not been around, but the death of my best friend has weighed heavy on my mind.
We buried John on Saturday up in Paso Robles, CA. I was one of six cowboys on horseback that lead the hearse to the top of a hill where a tiny 150 year old cemetery sits and overlooks the beautiful cowboy/wine country. John was laid to rest in a simple pine box in true cowboy style. In the box was placed a can of Copenhagen, a bottle of Crown Royal, and a cowboy rope. We covered the grave ourselves the old fashion way, friends and family with shovels. We patted down the dirt and placed a temporary marker that was a cross made of welded horse shoes. John died with his boots on and Heaven will be lucky to have him.
Rest in Peace my Brother. I will never forget you. You were truly loved. We will see you in the big roping arena in the sky.