SnakeWrench
07-15-2007, 12:58 AM
What a day today. This morning, I went to say goodbye to Byron Bronson. An old friend that meant so much to those that knew him.
A compassionate man, a caring man, a coach, a father, a grandpa, a friend, a stern leader.....so many things Byron was. To us, he was Bronson Hill Propellers and the president of the SCMA. To us, he was the handshake and the wink, the touch on the shoulder a true friend gives. He laughed, with you, never at you. He wanted to hear what happened with all the details. But was never long winded. He got to the point when he had too, but took the time to hear. He was a gentleman in the truest form.
His signature hat, worn a little crooked on his balding head. His love for food(tulsa rib) His fear of flying, and love of train rides. His lack of complaining, but his offer of solution. His guidance, never intrusive. His friendship....forever.
as a football player, he played with coach, the great Lumbardi(sp). He played in the first superbowl for Green bay. Didn't brag about it.
No matter how long it had been, he always made it feel like he couldn't wait to see you again, and he truely did. I found out today that he was a tap dancer, not a very good one, but the same, a tap dancer.
He embraced life and embraced friends. Loved his family, loved being a grandpa. Missed his daughter and still talked to his late wife every night.
Byron was a representative of a dying breed. A breed that may not be around forever. Byron was a true gentleman, a selfless, compassionate gentleman. He will be missed.
In contrast, today was the baby shower for our grandson, and what I pray, is simple, that what I discribed Byron to be, I pray that Aiden would be all that he will read on this page. If I can show him one tenth of what Byron represented in life, than our grandson will be a true gentleman. The circle of life was represented to me today, in vivid detail. From a full life lived, to the endless possibilities of a life ready to begin.
God bless you Byron, and see you next month Aiden.
A compassionate man, a caring man, a coach, a father, a grandpa, a friend, a stern leader.....so many things Byron was. To us, he was Bronson Hill Propellers and the president of the SCMA. To us, he was the handshake and the wink, the touch on the shoulder a true friend gives. He laughed, with you, never at you. He wanted to hear what happened with all the details. But was never long winded. He got to the point when he had too, but took the time to hear. He was a gentleman in the truest form.
His signature hat, worn a little crooked on his balding head. His love for food(tulsa rib) His fear of flying, and love of train rides. His lack of complaining, but his offer of solution. His guidance, never intrusive. His friendship....forever.
as a football player, he played with coach, the great Lumbardi(sp). He played in the first superbowl for Green bay. Didn't brag about it.
No matter how long it had been, he always made it feel like he couldn't wait to see you again, and he truely did. I found out today that he was a tap dancer, not a very good one, but the same, a tap dancer.
He embraced life and embraced friends. Loved his family, loved being a grandpa. Missed his daughter and still talked to his late wife every night.
Byron was a representative of a dying breed. A breed that may not be around forever. Byron was a true gentleman, a selfless, compassionate gentleman. He will be missed.
In contrast, today was the baby shower for our grandson, and what I pray, is simple, that what I discribed Byron to be, I pray that Aiden would be all that he will read on this page. If I can show him one tenth of what Byron represented in life, than our grandson will be a true gentleman. The circle of life was represented to me today, in vivid detail. From a full life lived, to the endless possibilities of a life ready to begin.
God bless you Byron, and see you next month Aiden.