I wonder where it came from and where it may be going. Ah, it is so peaceful here. About 30 minutes later, I hear breaking the silence of my last hunt, the unmistakable sound of my wife's voice. It is not a welcome sound at all, but instead, the sound of a hurting heart, breaking the deaf stillness of my hunt. I know, I have only heard this sound come from my wife once since we have been married. It is time for me to get down from the tree, and fast. I begin to lower my bow frantically. Not fast enough. I throw my excess belongings to the ground. I begin my climb down. Not fast enough. I get unhooked from the harness and turn to jump onto the ground. My wife has screamed twice more and I scream back, "I'm coming." I leave the stand, grab my bow and run down the trail to my ATV. I jump on and take off as fast as I can. I reach my house and the wife meets me in the front yard. Crying hysterically. I ask what's wrong. She says, your Dad called... It's Brooke. I knew at that moment she was gone. She had passed away. Early twenties. Beautiful. Whole life ahead of her. Her life had been so troubled even from a baby, with parents who were drug abusers. She became an abuser as well. Gone. So young. Died in her sleep. I can find no purpose in this. She was my niece. I helped practically raise her. She used to sleep with me and my wife. So young. I remembered the little green butterfly, and I wondered where was it coming from and where did it go?

Guys, your prayers are needed. Our family is a wreck right now. Please remember us. Sorry so long. I just am heartbroke