January 07,2011

Bryon and I used to sit out back and talk, just talk about anything and everything. One of our conversations came around to"if I should die tomorrow" Bryon lived his life the best way he knew, sure like all of us he had regrets but this is not about them it is about the things Bryon loved, his adventures. He loved his motorcycle, sometimes I would wish that he would not ride it to and from work, it was a goldwing and heavy. Once it fell on him in the driveway and pinned his foot under it. He was not hurt but as he later told me, here he was, foot pinned under bike wondering just how he was going to get the bike up and free his foot. His biggest worry was me coming home to find him this way. He loved scuba diving, he sky dove, flew a WW1 fighter plane, and yes he was at the controls for part of the flight. They did barrel rolls, verticle stalls everything he loved. He got to see a lot of North America and met some wonderful people with great stories.He had a tattoo of a frog with a parachute. He sat and watched our resident eagles and saw when their babies first flew. He loved working with wood. At the end of this blog is a picture of the jewelery box he made for our granddaughter Riley. The picture above is Bryon trying to teach Abby how to use the ramp he had just made. Bryon lived his life with as few "I wish I had dones" as possible. Bryon was my inspiration,he taught me to see things in a different light. He could make the worst jokes sound funny.

I never really said "good bye" to my Bry, good bye sounds so final. I told him I loved him and I would see him again. I feel him around me and yearn to see his face, hear his voice, feel his arms around me. I have no choice but to be "all right" what is the alternative? Dishonour what he thought of me? I will travel this path, I will try to step into each new day with something positive in my mind. At this time I once again am making the choice to celebrate his life and the life we shared and to remember some of the crazy, foolhardy,hardheaded things he did. Yes, Pooter is my husband and I miss him.