Last Sunday my daughter and I drove to Springfield, Massachusetts for a very special outing. My cousin drove out from the Boston area to spend the day with us, along with her two kids (including her 3 month old daughter) and my Uncle. It was our first time meeting her daughter, who my daughter calls “Baby Cousin”.
First we hit the Dr. Seuss Museum. At first I thought that admission was a bit expsensive but the admission is good for all five museums and they are located all together. You can easily hit several museums in one day. After the Dr. Seuss Museum, we had lunch at the cafe on the premises and then we explored the Science Museum, which was kid friendly.
After the Science Museum, we tried to go to the Fine Art Museum but the kids had too much energy and after they kept trying to touch peices of art that had signs asking “do not touch”, we abandoned the mission. I love art museums so maybe when they are older.
I am thankful to be building a closer relationship with my cousin. Even though my family is spread out between Maine, Massachusetts and Florida, I appreciate that members on both sides of my family make an effort to be a part of my daughters life. It is good to know that my cousin and I can meet in the middle and get the kids together. I love knowing that my daughter will have cousins to play with. I appreciate all the time my family makes for her.
We celebrated my daughters third birthday this past weekend. It was a small celebration with the Albany family, but we are still a pretty crazy bunch. Celebrations like this are very bittersweet without Bryon, but we still had a good time. I was tired, but very thankful for those in my daughters life.
I was supposed to go to Maine the last weekend in August but I needed to take my cat to the vet. I thought something was wrong with him. He wasn’t acting like himself and I was sure something was wrong with him. After paying my not insignificant vet bill, nothing was physically wrong him.
So now my cat is on prozac.
It’s for the best.
And I missed my trip to Maine and my 20th high school reunion. I thought about trying to swinng it but I was too tired to do 16 hours of driving in a 60 hour period
So I wound up with an unexpected free weekend. My close friend loves Sunflowers and asked if I would be up for a drive downstate to a sunflower field. I am always ready for an adventure and I love road trips so I happily agreed.
I wish I had a selfie to share but not a single one looked good. For real. My daughter wouldn’t look at the camera and I had my hair in my face.
After we looked at the flowers, we went to a farm stand. It was crowded. My friend told me that she wasn’t expected it to be crowded because she has seen too many Hallmark movies. In Hallmark movies there is a ton of space. Hallmark movies have ruined her.
Though we both agreed that that won’t stop us from watching them this Christmas.
After the farm stand, we decided to drive into New Paltz and get some ice cream. We went to Hugeunot Creamery. The ice cream was delicious and the staff was very kind and friendly. The kids had ice cream cones with sprinkles. They wound up all over the floor. Part of me felt bad but part of me figured that it’s bound to happen in an ice cream shoppe. My friend had a creamsicle float and I had an old fashioned hot fudge sundae.
On the way back, we stopped at a Samuel’s Sweet Shop in Rhinebeck which is owned by Paul Rudd and Jeffrey Morgan. The kids had lollipops (though my daughter could only handle a few licks after eating ice cream) and I had a pretzel covered in Reese’s Pieces. My friend got chocolate covered oreos.
It was a great day. I am so glad my friend asked us to spend the day with her and it was fun to discover places in New York where I had never been. I can’t wait for some Fall adventures with my friends.
Do you like to go on day trips? Where do you like to go?
This weekend I did the first of my long runs for my half marathon training. My training cycle has gotten off to a slow but steady start. I have joined a new gym called Metabolic Meltdown and I do those workouts on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays and I run on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sundays. I was having trouble motivating myself by just running and I need more strength so I hope this plan works. So far I have been enjoying it.
So on Sunday I took my daughter to the local university and did the 3 mile loop around campus, plus one extra mile.
It was the longest four mile run I have ever done.
First of all, since I have slacked off on my training, I gained weight and I was pushing a stroller with my almost 3 year old.
It was hot.
My daughter kept dropping things and I kept having to stop and pick them up.
I didn’t want my daughter to fall asleep on the run so I kept her entertained by singing Old MacDonald since we watch OutDaughtered all the time. OutDaughtered is the show about two year old Quintuplets. My daughter refers to the show as “Babies.” All I hear is “I want to watch Babies!” Anyway, there is an episode where they are singing, or supposed to be singing, Old MacDonald in a recital. So my daughter and I sang Old MacDonald and my daughter kept choosing “chicken” so this Old MacDonald had a farm full of chickens. Old MacDonald can thank for me sneaking in one cow and one cat.
My daughter saw one of the Albany city busses and kept saying ice cream truck. I told her it was a city bus, but she wouldn’t believe me. I told her she would disappointed if we went over and tried to order ice cream. But I made it through the run. I think when I reach the six mile mark on my long runs that I will need to get a babysitter. I can’t be pushing the stroller for 8 miles. I will go nuts.
I was really wanting to get an iced coffee but I decided to stop and let my daughter run around the fountains. She was so happy which made me happy. Life is about the little moments.
I am going to get a little Sophia Petrillo on you.
Picture it: Billerica, Massachusetts. 1989. Or 1990 depending on which half of the school year it was.
A young girl sits in her fifth grade class at Eugene C. Vining Elementary School. Her female classmates have a whole bunch of boy band paraphernalia on their desk, including those large pins that you could stand up. Like a picture frame. Her male classmates would snicker and lodge pencils at these large picture pins, trying to knock them down.
This girl thought the boy band was stupid. That girl was me and that band was New Kids on the Block.
I wanted nothing to do with them. I wanted nothing to do with those large stand up pins, or the t-shirts, or the plastic water bottles or the bed sheets.
My mother, who was a Beatles fan back in the day, encouraged me to like them but I wouldn’t give in. In fact, that might have fed into my resolve not to like them. (Sorry Mom!)
So I have no stories about going to their concerts when I was a middle schooler. Because I just didn’t care. I have always had a streak in me that didn’t want to do what was popular. To this day, I have never read a Harry Potter book or seen a Harry Potter movie. So leave it me to be 25 years late for the New Kids Party. But better late than never, right?
My friend had won tickets and four of us went. We were so excited. We had dinner and margaritas at El Miriachi before the show.
Oh no! I admit, I was more excited about seeing Boyz II Men than I was about New Kids but I wasn’t going to let it ruin a great night.
My friend and I joked that Bryon was behind it. Bryon liked Boyz II Men though I wasn’t allowed to talk about it when he was alive. He was embarrassed. Though when we were planning my daughters Baptism, he made me watch the scenes from the Fresh Prince of Bel-air with Nicky’s Christening.
Our daughters Christening was the Sunday of Epiphany and Bryon said it would be cool to get Boyz II Men to come. I didn’t put any more thought into it until a few days later when Bryon says that Boyz II Men won’t be playing at our daughters Christening because they were not in our budget. Leave it to him to actually look into it.
So my friend was saying that because Bryon couldn’t see them, then none of us could.
We will have to catch them next time.
My daughter’s Godmother and I were talking about how my daughter will like some band that doesn’t exist yet and she won’t want to go with us. Because we will embarrass her. Her Godmother’s stepdaughter will probably take her.
And one life lesson: don’t spend too much time on social media during the concert. You might miss the dancer that rips off his shirt. True story.
In the past, I didn’t enjoy my life fully. I never lived in the moment. I was always worried about other things all the time. So I made sure to really just embrace being at the concert with my friends. There may have been some adult beverages.
But being a widow always has some level of sadness. It shows up even at the happiest times. Even though Bryon wouldn’t have gone to this concert if he were alive, I did miss him. I missed the fact that he would have been making fun of me. I missed the fact that I didn’t have him to come home to. I came home all excited and he wasn’t here to listen to my stories.
There is also some level of guilt. Guilt that I am having fun without him. Guilt that I am here to enjoy events like this and he is not.
I carry close to my heart the fact that Bryon embraced life. He didn’t hold back. And when he was in the ICU for five months, he fought. He fought even though he would likely have permanent damage to his body. He wanted to live. So I must continue to live my life fully. I owe it to him.
I am going to preface this post by stating that Bryon and I did meet through politics so politics plays a role in our story and it may come up from time to time. However, this is not a political blog. It’s a blog about grief, life, love and resilience. There will be no political commentary from me.
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A seer sucker suit hanging in the closet.
A vintage briefcase bought at an estate sale.
A shelf of books.
A pair of size 13 Aldens in the closet.
A whole bunch of Brooks Brothers bow ties.
Bryon’s Albany Law Rugby sweatshirt with “Shrek” embroidered on the sleeve.
Several copies of Smithsonian Magazine and The Economist.
A lot of political memorabilia.
His coat hanging off the back of a dining room chair.
A six pack of beer in the back of the fridge, untouched after 14 months.
His laptop bag filled with a folder of travel documents from our last cruise 15 months before.
One voicemail I found in the deleted files on my phone.
This is a list of items that remain from Bryon. This is certainly not an exhaustive list. These items are reminders of who he was and the life he lived. The capture aspects of his personality and his passions. These very reminders sting whenever I look at them, but at the same time, I can’t get rid of them because they are all that remain. Every time I get rid of an item that belonged to Bryon, I feel like I am getting rid of a piece of him.
But so much more remains of Bryon’s memory than the items that clutter up my house.
This weekend I had the honor of co-presenting the first ever New York State Young Republican Bryon McKim Alumni Award. I was touched, but I wasn’t expecting to get as emotional as I did. Bryon and I hadn’t been actively involved in this organization for a couple of leadership cycles. There were several old friends but most of the faces in the crowd were new to me though they welcomed my daughter and I as if we were old friends. This organization had played a large role in our life for several years, both at the state and national level. I was reminded that this was our beginning. Our love story started at a New York State Young Republican Event. If it wasn’t for the Young Republicans, Bryon and I would never have met, fallen in love, gotten married or had our daughter. It was almost as if I was in the part and present at the same time. Being at that meeting brought up all those emotions because even though it had been years, once I was sitting down at that dinner, it almost felt like I was reliving those memories.
I just think about all the ways the people who knew Bryon have chosen to honor him. The Bryon C. McKim Memorial Derby Party. The Bryon “Shrek” McKim Albany Law School Memorial Alumni Match and the Shrek award. The New York State Young Republican Bryon McKim alumni award. People don’t choose to honor your memory if you hadn’t made some sort of difference in their lives. Bryon touched so many lives and I appreciate that his memory being honored. So many people die and ultimately become forgotten and it is comforting to know that Bryon won’t be forgotten.
It means so much when the recipients of these awards say wonderful things about Bryon in their acceptance speeches, though as time passes, I expect that the recipients of these awards will remember Bryon decreases. Eventually they will only know about Bryon through his legacy that is passed down by others in the respective organization.
Everytime I go to an event that honors Bryon, it still hits me like the proverbial ton of bricks that I am attending a memorial event. Memorial events are to remember dead people. Bryon is dead. Gone. He is a memory. But I will show up because it is important for me to honor Bryon’s memory and honor those who choose to keep his memory alive.
Bryon has left behind a legacy of friendships. Bryon had built relationships with so many people from so many different areas of his life. But his legacy of friendships isn’t just with those he had relationships with, but also with all the people that have been brought together because of Bryon. Bryon was a really good mediator which was a talent that could be a headache for him at times, but he took the responsibility of this talent seriously. Many of my friendships are the result of the bridges that Bryon built between others.
Bryon was full of life and leaves behind so many stories, most of them hilarious. At Saturday’s event, I was talking to a good friend. Her father died when she was little and that she heard a lot of stories about her father through his friends and that she feels like she knew her father from these stories. She assured me that my daughter will know Bryon from all these stories. Many people have said this to me, but honestly, it was a sentiment that always felt hollow to me. One of those comments that is well-intentioned but feels like it was just said to me to try to comfort me. It meant so much more coming from someone who grew up in the same situation that my daughter will grow up in. But my friend is absolutely correct. Bryon has left behind a legacy filled with stories and those stories will ultimately be passed down to our daughter through his friends. And even though it’s painful to think that my daughter will not remember Bryon, I am thankful that Bryon left a legacy that includes all these stories and friends. Not every child who loses a parent has that legacy.
On my two hour drive home, I just kept thinking about Bryon and our early years. So I decided to end this post with pictures taken at various Young Republican events. We weren’t good about remembering to take photos so please remember to take photos! Someday they will be what remains of you.
I had a good weekend. My parents and my friends spoiled me. However, like all the other “firsts” I am feeling lots of emotions, of which I am still sorting out in my head. I am mentally too exhausted to write about them at the moment. I might need to take a day or two to decompress.
However, I would be remiss if I didn’t share photos from our trip to Indian Ladder Farms for Baby Animal Days. The goats, the bunnies and the 4 day old chicks were my daughters favorite.