Beginning of Spring

When Bryon was well he loved to take the girls out over to the island for a walk. In the spring he would often come home bearing a bouquet of "flowers" for me. As he put it, they were really pretty, smelled nice but probably were weeds. Darn it all, that man could find the nicest weeds and when he would give them to me, a dozen roses could not compare to them. I miss those times. I like to think that Bryon lived life to his fullest. He dove out of an airplane, we travelled across the U.S to Ontario on a motorcycle. There are a few things he didn't get to do, one being, Bryon wanted to go to clown school in Toronto. He thought it would be great to be able to entertain the childrens at B.C. Childrens Hospital. This is a picture of one of Bryons loves.

Some people still don't "get it" They figure that since it has been 5 months I should be "getting over it" Tell me, how do you get over loosing your best friend? It is said "that the two shall become as one" I feel like a part of me is missing. In 2001, Bryons father died at 2:00a.m, at 6:45 a.m. my mother died, yes the same day. We shared so much and managed to make even arranging two funerals well for lack of a better word "fun" No, his father and my mother did not know one and other. That was the summer of our "funeral vacation"