Happy Birthday Byron Grant Fox, although you have passed away I would like to wish you a happy birthday so here is a letter to you.
Dear Byron,
It wasn't too long ago I was at your funeral with my mom. I remember walking in looking at all the pictures of you afraid to look at your body in the casket. But I did come up and noticed a hammer on top of your casket, I didn't completely know why it was there so I asked my mom quietly why there was a hammer there. She replied to me something along the lines of Jesus and you I wasn't necessarily paying attention because this wave of emotion came over me and my eyes started to swell with tears. I held them in blinking constantly until I looked over where my friend Brooklyn and Marianne and just fell apart. Which caused Marianne to cry because she felt bad that I was crying and we just cried together. I would like to let you know that I am very glad I met your daughter Marianne, she is the best of best friends I could ever have though sometimes I feel I annoy her sometimes with my persistence. I would also like to let you know that I haven't been to many funeral services and I have never been so connected to a person and actually cried. In fact I don't like crying in front people but I just couldn't stop it.
I don't know if you've read the letters Marianne, Brooklyn, and I wrote (Marianne put them in there) and I'm not entirely sure what I wrote on the letter, but I hope you saw them wherever you may be. Your service was beautiful, although I couldn't really listen to most of it because when Emma came up to the stand and gave her thoughts she started to cry and I remember this sound coming from the back of my throat and I just covered my face and bawled, it took me awhile to realise the noise I heard was mine.
I'm not writing this because I feel bad for your family, this has come straight from me (or straight from the heart). And I do miss you.
Yours truly,
Jessica Schuck