As I sat and ate my Thanksgiving dinner I stared across a long and empty table to where you used to sit. The pain revisits me with a certain sense of loneliness. I long for your physical appearance so bad at times I can't help but feel lost. I just want to touch you, smell you, hear you, anything. I want to know from you specifically if I'm on the right track. At times, I feel so lost without your guidance. Wherever you are, I want you to know you mean more to me today, than you did yesterday. My love for you grows by the day. I hope I can carry on your legacy and spread your message in such a way that makes you proud. I am so very thankful to have had such a wonderful role model to have helped me shape my dreams. I am grateful for the time you gave me and the will you instilled in me. I will press on and assure you that it was time well spent. Grandfather, not a tiny moment of my life goes by when you are not with me. Today, just like every other day, I am thankful, for you. #my_hero
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
When I shot my first deer at age 14, my Grandfather told me that I would remember that one more than other to come. He couldn't have been more right. You only get one first.
Crystal and I hunted hard for two seasons in about all conditions you could imagine. We were after
I could identify each and every emotion she felt. That cloud nine feeling is hard to beat. I'm proud of her persistence and willingness to learn. Congratulations and may there be many many more to come.