Dearest Travis,
Our lives have changed drastically since you've been gone. Dad and I have been walking lately with Sophie to get exercise. The time we're on the paths walking has been so peaceful for us. I have always enjoyed listening to the birds and hearing the sounds of nature. The lake is beautiful rippling in the sunlight. The ducks have some baby ducklings swimming along behind now which reminds me of the story, " The Ugly Duckling", that we read together. I adored having you in my lap reading a story. You would laugh at all of the sounds I'd make and the pictures. You would begin telling the story as if you were reading the words. There are small rabbits and squirrels scampering along the sides of the paths surrounding the lake. I always think to myself (and sometimes aloud) how much you'd love living here. Every walk brings the sight of someone sitting on the dock or edge of the lake fishing. It makes me recall the last time Dad and I drove through Boyle Park in 2007. Your Jeep was parked on the edge of the road and there you were standing in the middle of the stream practicing your fly fishing. We both laughed out loud when we spotted you. It was so typical of you to find the only nearby body of water to fish. It had to be the "Clark" in you that led you to love fishing and hunting so much. I could always find my dad at a lake or river.
Son, we miss you so much our hearts ache every second of every day. We will see you again someday and be prepared for the biggest bear hugs ever!!
Your friends have shown us the kind of love that they know you would have given had you been here. You chose many loyal friends. It's a testament to the kind of friend that you were to so many.
Dad and I love you, sweetheart!
Forever,
Mom
