In the moment I heard your sweet embrace was lost, I could see the safety orange jacket, six layers beneath that coat of so-called protection.   I can hear the cracks of the leaves beneath your boots, the ever-moving grip of your hand on your gun.  I can feel the tension tipping timelessly toward the moment the grip changed from the gun to something more... precious.  Step by step, you’ve made all the right moves in all the wrong places, and now that snapped twig underneath your foot has become more than a distraction to the deer.  From afar, another like you hears all the steps you’ve taken, and being gone with the wind, he takes his shot, in hopes for the prize buck.  You are a prize, but one meant to be shared, and still around to give your little girl the power she needs to get passed all the boys you wish she’d never met.  I can see your eyes passing through you’re fondest memories, you had no time for all the things you would never do, your humor and love of life out weighs the pain everyday of the week, and twice on Saturday.  I can remember the first time I met you.  I have met dad’s before, but, you will forever be my favorite. If only you’re gentle hands could rest on our shoulders, just one. more time.  I wish I could tell you all the things you want to hear, but, it’s not my place and, not my time.  but, i do know that your babygirl is safe, she’s still the best part of you and she’s going to shine like the princess like you know she is.  your wife, your best friend, she’s going to be the best person she can, like you know she has for so many years.  So, yes you’ve passed on to the next great adventure and we all miss you, but always remember P.J.K., you’re gone, never forgotten.