Dennis Fredrick Ralston - Online Memorial Website

I've known Denny for a long time. I'm thinking I was only around 11 or 12 when Bev and Denny got married. There are two times that especially stand out with me concerning my brother-in-law. One was when Dina was born. She was so teeny tiny. I wanted to hold her sooo bad. Denny encouraged Bev and my mom to let me as long as I sat down with her. The other time was when Scott was born. He took the time to come over to our home after work one evening to check on me and the baby. He wanted to see Scott and he wanted to know how I was doing.  Both of these situations showed his love for me and he knew I loved him too.
Whether it's tomorrow or years from now, I'm always going to remember Denny's smile and his laughter. Brother, we love you and you are going to be missed.
Mickie Wenger

"Just try it." I don't know how many times I heard that while Uncle Denny was handing me something while not saying what it was.  Often it was something delicious in either food or drink form. Sometimes it was pickled Rocky Mountain Oysters (followed by his chuckle and grin as I choked it down). And if it was a drink, you'd probably end up with a headache if you drank too much of it. Uncle Denny was always testing some new recipe.

I have a lot of memories of Uncle Denny and all of them make me smile. But the times that meant the most to me, and in many ways still influence the person I am today, are the times we went hunting. I'd spend the night with Aunt Bev and Uncle Denny. We'd make popcorn and watch a movie. I remember there always being popcorn left over when we got up the next morning to go hunting; I still hunger for that popcorn after the butter had all night to soak in. In the dark of morning, we'd bump along the road in his old truck listening to country music. I remember his patience as he taught me to hunt. Sometimes we'd head in for cheeseburgers at the bar for lunch.

One winter day we went deer hunting at a property up the road. It had snowed the night before and the ground and trees were covered in a white blanket. He sent me out to a deer stand for the afternoon hunt. The only tracks around were mine coming around a tree line and straight to a tree with a great view of the rolling field. After a couple of hours, just as I was starting to get cold, snow started falling with the afternoon sun at just the right angle. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. While I never saw a deer that day, it was a transitive moment for me when I realized and appreciated the power, the peace, the comfort of nature.

Thank you Uncle Denny.

Everyone in the family remembers the bunny suit!