Shit is crazy. I can still hear my dads voice whenever I think of him. Been gone since july but it seems like it happened yesterday. Miss that dude a lot. Every time I grab his rifle and head into the woods, I think about all the good times we had hunting. When I come out at dark I whistle to him to let him know Im headin out. Problem is that their is no whistle back and then I realize Im on my own. Man Id trade the world for one last hunt with him. I remenber when we was in the hospital and chais taped a picture of him in the woods to the bathroom door trying to motivate him to get better. Some battles you just cant win I guess. He tried like hell though.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 05:29:28 +0000
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