I too do the same thing on every Nov. 17th, when my Dad passed (R.I.P.~1993 @ 51 years young).

This year Dad sent me a gift, a nice buck on this day.
The emotions were high from the start of my sit @ 3PM, until 10PM when I got home and afterward...
Seconds after I shot my 8 pointer and the smoke was still in the air from my muzzle loader,
my sister called to tell me that my father's sister had just got rushed to the ER in a diabetic coma.
I really didn't have time to celebrate my kill with Dad, spiritually, as it was all business until getting to my aunt/god-mother to show my support and love.
She's OK now, or I'll say stable, as she has many medical issues.

Life is like a roller-coaster and sometimes you need to strap yourself in and put on a helmet.[&o]

God bless you and your family!