A couple days after the funeral, I began going through the flowers and cleaning off the back porch. I found a turkey feather along the back wall nestled around the flowers. We had never found a single turkey feather near the house. Stephen had his first turkey kill earlier in the spring while hunting on the farm with a good friend, Clay Hamblen. I believe Stephen placed that turkey feather for me to find that morning. It was his way of telling us that he was hunting all the time now and had just gotten him a big one.