byron posted a condolence
Thursday, February 15, 2024
my first memory, i don't even know how old i was , but i was young, and i think it would of been the first time i met my uncle Harold, down be the bottom of lingan's rd, flock of wild youngings,(meaning a bunch caper kids, and new cousins i never met) running wild, horses, bbq, cousins, and there under the cloud of the coal mine stood a pillar of light, like the lady holding the torch when u come into the harbor of new york, stood tall, proud, connected, confident , looking back at that moment i would say, a woman who knows what's up, at first i felt intimidated by the strong female energy, but it didn't take long for my young boy fears to fade away and feel the strong love that was all around me, next thing i know i'm Laffin, literally laffin, on the back of some kinda big harley roadster, hair flying in the wind, feeling of just in the now, right there, nothing else mattered. what a blessing it was to have those times, and i wondered why it was so deep impacted to my brain as a memory, but now i know why, if that lady had that impact on me at that time, i can only imagine how unexplainable it is, to describe such a life force, and a beautiful woman, Harold, my mother always held u near and dear like her other siblings, i think u being the oldest and the closest thing i ever saw to the strong rancher dad dude from little house on the prairie, i just wanna say from the bottom of my heart how deeply sorry i am , and how awesomely proud i am to have u as a uncle, my family, to all the boys, i'm so sorry, there's no one like Ma, there's no one like Ma
love - Byron
