Standing in the church the words of the poem the dash flooded my mind. I thought about that pome and I hit me hard, In a few words ...Dustan’s life was marked by two dates. His birth then his death and that every so small dash between. And I thought of his dash, the horse back ridding, the dry humor and his wave of the hand when he laughed , the help around my farm in the hot July sun, his non assuming gentle sprit, a man with a vision to better everyone around him, and whom had the belief that good will win the day.
His dash will be remembered in my heart and it was a honor to have know him. Peace Dustan your OV 1 is complete.