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He was 87 hen he passed yesterday. Never was married, but I was told that wasn't because the ladies weren't interested. I never saw him without a cowboy hat, and a smile. Never spent a dime that wasn't necessary. He still had grandma's sofa and bed and that's what he used! He spent the last few years of his life in a little town called Ballentine, Montana. When ivisited him last, he said he wanted to move. Too many people there was his reason. (the town population is about 1000 on a good day I reckon.)
I got to visit him three weeks ago. We had a great time talking and reminising. I promised to come back next spring. I guess I'll forget that trip.
So, I'd like to raise a glass to him. Here's to you Uncle Sonny, the harships you bore are now all behind you. You are in the grace of Our Father and his Son. You were a cowboy, my Mentor, My Friend and a great Pardner. The world will miss you, but not as much as I will.
No Fences...
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