Saturday, June 6, 2020
"And when I heard that you were gone I felt a shadow cross my heart."
Chris, I will miss you, my friend. Hunting will never be the same again. And now no one on earth knows just how bad a (first) shot I really am! I am thankful for the time we had and for your friendship. Like the evanescent, brilliant, and glorious flicker of a shooting star, it's so bitter-sweet when it ends; as Emily Dickinson said, "That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet" ... And that can also make life so bitter too. Farewell, my friend.
