Our cake had four tiers, each with a different flavor. The cake was decorated with a Celtic cross, red roses and with the tartan ribbon from Bryon’s Scottish clan. There were weddings pictures of our parents and Bryon’s grandparents. No wedding pictures of my grandparents exist so there were pictures from my grandparents younger days.
There was no cake smashing as neither of us were fond of that tradition. The song that was playing during our cake cutting was “You’re my Best Friend” by Queen. There was so much excitement going on that day that I don’t remember what the cake tasted like but that was okay, we would freeze our top tier. Of course, one year later we would discover that that cake would absorb the flavor of everything in our freezer and not taste as it was on our wedding night.
I was driving back from Starbucks yesterday morning (a habit I am trying to break though I am not sure I really want to) when Queen’s “You’re my Best Friend” came on the radio. (Warning, you might think I am nuts after you read the next sentence.) They say the dead communicate to you through electronics and I am convinced Bryon is doing that. He communicates with my daughter’s Godmother by putting Top Gun on her tv and he communicates with me through songs, usually in the form of Hall and Oates. I have heard Hall and Oates more in the past couple of months than I have heard in my whole life prior. He was partial to this 2008 Saturday Night Live skit of “Hall and Oates”.
Usually hearing a song that triggers a memory like that makes me cry but I actually handled it alright. I was actually excited that Bryon was communicating and I turned up the song and listened. Surprisingly I didn’t cry. I was actually kind of happy and lighthearted. I was okay until I read my friend widow blogger friend Emily’s post. Emily’s post really reasonated with me and after I read it, I cried. I know, I cried. Big surprise, right?
Emily’s post got me thinking about the wedding vow “till death do us part” but Bryon and I did not make that vow. Our weddings vows at our Catholic Nuptial Mass stated that “I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.” I remember having a conversation with Bryon about the significance of that vow. He did not express any preference between “till death do us part” and “I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.” As far as he was concerned, they had the same meaning.
I remember saying to him that I preferred “I will love you and honor you, all the days of my life” because one of us was going to die before the other and when one of us died, our love wasn’t going to stop. Bryon didn’t really want to talk about it. He was never one to talk about death and what happens after. He came from a family where talking about death was taboo while my Boston Irish-Catholic family talked about death almost casually, like one would talk about the weather or the Red Sox.
My love for Bryon didn’t die on the August morning in New York City when he died. I will love Bryon until I take my last breathe because my love for him doesn’t die until I die. He is a part of me now and he will always have a part of my heart along with all the memories from our years together. My love for Bryon is intertwined with the love I have for our daughter and our friends. Even if I remarry, I will continue to love Bryon. And that’s okay because the heart has an amazing ability to grow and to make room to accommodate all the love a person has to give.
Bryon’s love lives on in me. I am who I am today because of Bryon’s love. And I like to think that his love has made me a better person. Bryon taught me so much in our short time together and I will never be the same.
And I will honor Bryon for all the days of my life. I try to honor Bryon in many different ways. I honor him by trying to be a good mother to our daughter. I honor him by spending time with our friends even if it goes against my introvert tendencies. I honor him by trying not to take my life too seriously. I honor him by trying to do things that are out of my comfort zone. I honor him by letting more inappropriate comments come out of my mouth. I honor him by travelling with our daughter. And some days, honoring Bryon might not be noble and it might be as simple as getting out of bed and existing that day.
But I will never stop loving and honoring Bryon.
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