To my son Kyle,
Hey buddy,it has been 363,120 minutes since your fatal accident. I have missed you for every damn one of them. Shooting just hasn't been the same without you. I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my life forever. I really thought that if you asked GOD as many questions as you asked me, he would let you come back down here. He must have more patience than I thought. Every time I mess with guns, I am thinking of you. This helps me for about 5 seconds. We had such plans for the future and now we can't do any of it together.I have never had a sadder holiday than at thanksgiving. We are all trying to live with this, but we don't have a clue as to why this happened. Maybe some day it will all make sense. But for now we are so.....lost. I will always have you in my heart and you will be with me every time I touch a gun. You all ready know how much I will always love you. Does the Ken Owen 4-bore look good from your vantage point? Thinking of you always DAD