Wake for Byron: All that and a bag of chips...

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I can't see losing Byron ever as being a celebratory event.

I suspect he meant having Byron, for however long you got, even if it wasn't long enough, is a celebratory event.
 
I suspect he meant having Byron, for however long you got, even if it wasn't long enough, is a celebratory event.

Ah, okay. Thanks.:rose:

I was very lucky to have had him in my life for the time I did.
I am starting to be able to smile a little when I think of him instead of crying, so that is good.
 
"then i realize that your ashes
are swirling all around me
blowing in the wind
then i feel joy in knowing
that you are free
from your earthly shell
and that you will find me
when my time comes
until then
i know that our love will last
as we move from this life to the next
and so i wait
to see your face once again"
~David Gray~

:rose:
 
Ah, okay. Thanks.:rose:

I was very lucky to have had him in my life for the time I did.
I am starting to be able to smile a little when I think of him instead of crying, so that is good.

That is more than good.
 
dear byron.

i passed through your pueblo.

was at a coffee shop, before the market.

the thought, call now or you will not get the chance, because he will be dead. i knew it to be true. yet, i walked on, because i was with family and all that that entails, and i knew it was not my time to meet you, and i would follow you to hell, if asked. so i went on. smiling. and enjoyed the free music. i walked your land and swam in the blue waters. the greens a brilliant mountain clear. sno cones. i had to have a sno cone. the windy drive made me sick.

i tried to tell you, but clear words never came. only mixed words and messages unwound.

if i could change it, i would have asked for coffee in the morning.
a laugh and hug.
moving on through my day.
no time turned away.
 
dear byron.

i passed through your pueblo.

was at a coffee shop, before the market.

the thought, call now or you will not get the chance, because he will be dead. i knew it to be true. yet, i walked on, because i was with family and all that that entails, and i knew it was not my time to meet you, and i would follow you to hell, if asked. so i went on. smiling. and enjoyed the free music. i walked your land and swam in the blue waters. the greens a brilliant mountain clear. sno cones. i had to have a sno cone. the windy drive made me sick.

i tried to tell you, but clear words never came. only mixed words and messages unwound.

if i could change it, i would have asked for coffee in the morning.
a laugh and hug.
moving on through my day.
no time turned away.

I wish you could have. He was gone on July 3 mid afternoon. I had no premonition, but I stopped feeling him.
I wasn't even mad when he didn't answer the phone. I knew, but still I hoped that it was something with his parents or something. No calls, no answers, no texts, no emails, no posts, our skypes stay connected for a week-the longest time ever without crashing.
I yelled for him to make a reassuring Byron noise, but I heard nothing back only the air conditioning kick on and off, the Santa Fe's whistle, the phones ring and silence. I knew, but I was hoping against hope, and not wanting his parents to be alone when they found him. It was a holiday weekend, his friends were out of town and out of cell range.
 
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I always knew we were close in age, but it's probably only a six-month difference...


;)


He was 18 months and 4 days older than me, but I am now gaining on him.

He felt older than me, or maybe I just felt a lot younger than he did. Maybe because his parents were much older than mine, so he was dealing with issues I probably won't have to deal with for another 10 yrs or so.
 
In many ways he had an old soul.

;)

I accused him of being out of his time by two or three centuries. They don't teach them like that anymore...
 
In many ways he had an old soul.

;)

I accused him of being out of his time by two or three centuries. They don't teach them like that anymore...

Like his fondness for 16th century choir music? He got me addicted to it too.
 
Did Byron like the Inspector Lewis series? (Season 7)
Maybe, he would have liked "The Lions of Nimea."
A bit of astronomy, history, and the mention of a few
ancient philosophers, help to unravel a puzzle.
And a word that is not frequently in
use, these days- (But, it should be.)
 
Did Byron like the Inspector Lewis series? (Season 7)
Maybe, he would have liked "The Lions of Nimea."
A bit of astronomy, history, and the mention of a few
ancient philosophers, help to unravel a puzzle.
And a word that is not frequently in
use, these days- (But, it should be.)

I don't think he had seen any of it. It was on our secondary list. We had a long list of things we planned to watch, a primary and secondary list. We were going to finish the original House of Cards trilogy, which he loved, before any other British mysteries. Then we would have watched Morse before Lewis. Byron was old fashion in that way, he liked to start at the beginning of a series and then work through the spin offs. Not that we went through the list of movies or series in any particular order. We both had veto power on what went on the list, but I usually let Byron choose what we would watch off it. I usually choose the music and/or period of music if it was 16th century ;) .

He loved things with ancient references and obscure words. Watching things could become serious research projects. He would bet with me on solving mysteries or what would happen next, I was usually correct, which he thought was really cool esp. when I called what happened on 24 this past season.
Something I really loved about him was that he was thrilled by so many things about me that most people esp. men found threatening or disturbing.
 
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I do a pick-up five days a week, on Byron Street. They usually don't have anything for me to get, but they pay me to check either way. I don't mind - never have.


I have my bunny from when I was a baby. Mom saved him for me. He lives in the dresser drawer that could be known as the Treasure Drawer, I suppose.


Best wishes.

I missed this. Thank you!
 
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