Dear friends,

Stanford died on May 10 in the hospital in Casper. He was buried a week ago. It was a cathartic, grueling, beautiful funeral.

I feel kind of dizzy inside and know this will come in waves… But the support and love from Stan’s family and friends, and from the nonnative tribe with whom I traveled to Wyoming (about 8 of us in all, including my 10-year-old nephew Calum, who loved Stan and used to come up there with me to ride horses) was so strong and good I just feel a lot of gratitude and wonder at how wide the web reached from Stanford into the wide world.