Last Saturday

Last Saturday I thought that I would like to be alone, to have a day of reflection. One year ago Bryon died, how did I make it through that year.
My one daughter and her family decided to come down and take me out for dinner, my other daughter called and said she was coming down and then my son called and he and the family came over as well. So much for going out to dinner, we ordered a bunch of Chinese food. I had to stop and remember that the kids missed Bryon as well, it was not all about me and getting through the day, it was about a family missing someone who was important and loved. Bryon had a love for anything explosive, he was playing with black powder as a child.All the kids knew this as he would often regale them with his stories. He even got his license to let off fireworks. Kristina brought this big, over 3 feet tall, fireworks down. After dinner, when it was dark, we went into the backyard and our grandson Dane lit it. It was an explosion of colourful bursts, at least 10 of them.

 That was for you Bryon, you are loved and missed.