The presence of his absence will always be present
Allow me to introduce you to my wonderful son, Bryon. His life was cut short because of a tragic car accident. Bryon was only 41. He was six foot four inches of beauty inside and out. By all standards his life was great. A beautiful wife, two great kids in their teens. A mother that adored him, a father who thought he was priceless and the ultimate son. A step father who loved him with all of his heart and a step mom who felt the same.
Bryon was simply driving home to his family. I got the dreaded phone call every parent hopes they will never receive. On my drive to be with his family, I remembered all those things we take for granted.
His birthday is Christmas morning. I remember how he always wanted German chocolate cake made by me. I remembered our shared love of music and how he would call me and play a little music trivia with me. He would call me and tell me the weather was going to get bad and was heading our way. He always called me mother with such love and respect in his voice.
He took me on a trip a few years ago because I had been caring for an aging parent. Just he and I went to West Virginia. We talked, laughed and shared. It is a memory I will carry forever in my heart.
He would do anything for his wife and children. Whether it was homework, baseball coaching or taking his daughter to buy new makeup. He loved kids and worked with them in sports. He not only taught them the basics of the game, but the skills to face life with character and strength and purpose.
He loved God and was not ashamed to say so. I think I am most proud of that. My life will never be the same, but my strength is that I will see him again and get to spend eternity with my precious Bryon.