We lost Jim on Dec 17th, 2005 in a tragic accident. On that day I experienced the most horrible pain of losing my best friend. Jim, who do I talk to now? Who do I call about hunting, my work stories, our families, our lives? What happened to our plans to move up north and hunt all the big game? What about the family camping trips and hunting trips? What about teaching the girls to hunt? What about all the fun? What about my best friend? What I am suppose to do without my best friend? There are so many questions and no answers. I am so angry and yet so scared. I know that I promised to take care of the girls but I'm scared. What if I fail? What if I faulter? I don't want to let you down. Why did you have to leave? Why did God have to take someone that meant so much to us all? I find myself talking to you but you never answer and it make me hurt even more. I feel if I don't talk to you and remember all our good times, you'll just disappear. I'm not ready for you to leave me yet, I'm being seflish, I need you here to listen to me. I don't think I can let go. Your the one person that this shouldn't have happened to and it doesn't make any sense to me. I'll see you in Kahli and Kendal as they grow and that is how I'll get through this. I'll teach them who you were and never let them forget how much you loved them. I promise! I miss you.

Clay

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