His work shirts, caps, coats, and boots - those affect us maybe even more than the tractor, as these are tactile things inside the house and to walk into his computer area and see his jacket draped over the chair, as if he were still there, ready to step back in a moment --

You already wrote a poem about the clothes.

Oh the irony of anti-hunting All-Heart animal lovers who also eat meat...
How utterly IGNORANT and OBLIVIOUS most people - where does your food come from -

The slaughter house. My spinster aunt worked 40 years at a meat packing plant.
The way chickens are sorted - male peeps are killed. Disposed of. And not in a nice way. Can't the poultry producers give away the baby roosters instead of (You don't want to know!).

Fishing is not as cringe-worthy as slaughtering furry mammals with big, warm eyes.

Oh man, I am not gonna 'go there' right now -
Suffice to say, I wish my daughter would take up gardening and homesteading and escape this daily grind, Mon-Fri, which leaves her exhausted and not LIVING even outside the office.

At age 45, Ruth Stout started gardening, and she made it as effortless as possible. You've probably heard of her. She was born in Kansas in the 1880s. As a white-haired old lady, she'd garden naked while smoking weed...
... no tilling, no poisons, no spray, but lots of hay and compost .....