Obituaries

There is a lump in my throat and I am fighting back tears as I type this.Many people think that the '13th' is an unlucky number, but to me it was lucky. April 13, 2012 was when I met you and never left your side. On every 13th, I close my eyes and whisper 'Happy Anniversary'. You were my first love, my world, my all.There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of you. I miss you so much, I miss your unexpected hugs and kisses, your expressions of love...and our Sunday drives where I would pick any road and just get 'lost'.I loved how you knew me, you paid close attention to the smallest details of my favorites, it meant the world to me.You may have had a small family but with me, your family grew. My family loves you and welcomed you with open arms. They would ask about you when I called home.I remember one Christmas we went back home to Hollow Water, I thought kids loved me, but not Chleo. She reached for you and hugged you tight as she left my arms. On the way back to the city, I listened to you bragging about Chleo. I was so jealous, but I was happy because you were happy.It used to be you and me against the world. Now without you, I have an army. My family and friends, thank you for being there for me, when I needed someone to talk to, or to cry with.Bryon, I know you are in Heaven and just a prayer away. I love you and always will, until we meet again, be at peace.

Bryon was a wonderful neighbor who will be sorely missed by myself and my family. I enjoyed chatting with him about the neighborhood. He was friendly and easy to talk to. He was always concerned about the well being of everybody in our area. May his soul rest in peace and may God place him on his right hand side together with all the saints. Myself and my family will never forget him in our prayers.