It was a poignant time to be sure, standing there without Gordon at my side for the first time
in the thirty years we have had our Thanksgiving sharings at White Feather Ranch. I wore his shirt, and as always the golden cross he made for me that I have worn for fifty years, now accompanied by his wedding ring. I had told my children I just couldn’t bear the ranch being quiet and empty on this day of all days. And is surely was not, rain and all. Nearly fifty of us gathered!.