Tim is a hunter. I remember back in the early days of our marriage, he'd be so excited about deer hunting that he would lay awake at night too excited to sleep, just as if he were a small child on Christmas eve. I thought it was endearing. When Dylan and Mike got old enough, they hunted too, and then there were three of them, all too excited to sleep, just like small children on Christmas eve. Those days are passed now, those boys grown into men. They hunt without Tim. And Tim? He still hunts, but I think that something is lost to him, now that the boys are grown and gone. He doesn't lay awake in the night anymore. Last year, for the first time in our marriage, he didn't even get a deer. The last day, he didn't even bother to go into the woods. It made me a little sad, although I could not have told you why, not exactly. It just did not seem like a good sign.