D_Burchfield
Member
Hello all,
You do not know me and I am sure this post is against the rules. My name is Yvonne and I have been Byron’s “sister of the heart” for 40 years. When I first met Byron we became inseparable for the first 4 years of our relationship. If you saw one of us, you saw both of us. I write this because I would like his friends here to know a side of Bryon that I knew. I introduced him to Doug (the man I would later marry) because I wanted his approval. We were both raised by our fathers and we both had trouble fitting in with our peers. We shared a rabid love of reading and I enjoyed many hours discussing, agreeing and disagreeing about ideas, philosophy, and life in general.
Byron was the most wonderful brother in the world. I was so pleased that he and my husband became close as well. The first time I introduced them Byron told him that if he ever hurt me, he would have to answer to him. Man, was Doug intimidated! Byron was there for us when our twin daughters died and the doctors told us there would be no children. He helped us deal with something that tears many couples apart. Without him I don’t think we would have made it.
We shared and supported each other through the deaths of both his mother and father. Afterward Byron and I spent every holiday together, distance permitting. Especially Thanksgiving and New Years because he loved my cooking and I loved cooking for him. I loved preparing the things he liked most. We shared a love for HOT and spicy foods. He and John were the only people I have ever met who could match me scoville unit for scoville unit. I also remember Byron bringing Tamara and a friend to our home for dinner and some very interesting conversation. Byron loved interesting and lively discussions but did not suffer fools gladly. A trait we both shared that sometimes was not always appreciated.
I was the victim (if you could call it that) of a home invasion. I managed to persuade the intruder to leave with the aid of a meat cleaver and a butcher knife. Byron’s response was to tell me it was a good thing I didn’t bring a knife to a gun fight. He bought me a pistol and took me to the firing range repeatedly until I could put 15 shots (14 in the clip and one in the pipe as he called it) in the center mass of the target. My husband worked out of town a lot and he wanted me to be safe.
I am sorry this is so long and against the rules. I hope you all can forgive me. I just wanted his friends here to know another side of my brother. His passing has left me totally devastated and I guess I am seeking any comfort I can find. I also wanted to thank all of you for your kind words. Reading them has been difficult but very comforting. I thank you for showing me another wonderful facet to the man I will always love and call Brother.
Thank you for your indulgence,
Yvonne
PS Please don’t punish my husband for my stealing his password and making this illegal post. He does not know about this.
You do not know me and I am sure this post is against the rules. My name is Yvonne and I have been Byron’s “sister of the heart” for 40 years. When I first met Byron we became inseparable for the first 4 years of our relationship. If you saw one of us, you saw both of us. I write this because I would like his friends here to know a side of Bryon that I knew. I introduced him to Doug (the man I would later marry) because I wanted his approval. We were both raised by our fathers and we both had trouble fitting in with our peers. We shared a rabid love of reading and I enjoyed many hours discussing, agreeing and disagreeing about ideas, philosophy, and life in general.
Byron was the most wonderful brother in the world. I was so pleased that he and my husband became close as well. The first time I introduced them Byron told him that if he ever hurt me, he would have to answer to him. Man, was Doug intimidated! Byron was there for us when our twin daughters died and the doctors told us there would be no children. He helped us deal with something that tears many couples apart. Without him I don’t think we would have made it.
We shared and supported each other through the deaths of both his mother and father. Afterward Byron and I spent every holiday together, distance permitting. Especially Thanksgiving and New Years because he loved my cooking and I loved cooking for him. I loved preparing the things he liked most. We shared a love for HOT and spicy foods. He and John were the only people I have ever met who could match me scoville unit for scoville unit. I also remember Byron bringing Tamara and a friend to our home for dinner and some very interesting conversation. Byron loved interesting and lively discussions but did not suffer fools gladly. A trait we both shared that sometimes was not always appreciated.
I was the victim (if you could call it that) of a home invasion. I managed to persuade the intruder to leave with the aid of a meat cleaver and a butcher knife. Byron’s response was to tell me it was a good thing I didn’t bring a knife to a gun fight. He bought me a pistol and took me to the firing range repeatedly until I could put 15 shots (14 in the clip and one in the pipe as he called it) in the center mass of the target. My husband worked out of town a lot and he wanted me to be safe.
I am sorry this is so long and against the rules. I hope you all can forgive me. I just wanted his friends here to know another side of my brother. His passing has left me totally devastated and I guess I am seeking any comfort I can find. I also wanted to thank all of you for your kind words. Reading them has been difficult but very comforting. I thank you for showing me another wonderful facet to the man I will always love and call Brother.
Thank you for your indulgence,
Yvonne
PS Please don’t punish my husband for my stealing his password and making this illegal post. He does not know about this.
