Byron spent the first 6 months with his Grandma and Grandpa. He worshiped them.. We lived with them until it was time to meet Benny in Germany. the next 3 years wer spent in Germany. He and his brother got into alot of mischief. One time they emptied out the cat box in the hall way and ran their Big Wheels thru it. another time they took our record albums and threw them out the window,we lived on the third floor. Luckily we had guards on the windows.. There was alot of homesickness on my part. I missed my parents, the United States, I missed Benny every time he went out in the field.. I just didnt handle being there in Germany with 2 little ones by myself.. .. I still remember spanking Byron coz he was cranky and it wasnt even his fault. I was just very immature and didnt handle the situation right..I feel guilt over that to this day.. By the time Byron was ready for school, once again we were in a place that didnt suit me. I was forever being cast into the role playing of mom and dad. Benny was gone alot.. When Byron started school, he turned over his desk... But he was sooo adorable.. Another time we put the boys in a Montessori School and he cussed out the principle.. we were immediately called to come get him.. He had a strong personality to the end.. In grade school we were once again called to come get him as he was giving his teacher a hard time. We decided to homeschool him.. I couldnt wait for him to go back.. He was telling me how to teach..He struggled with school, teachers, his parents, brother, and life in general.. I feel like with what I was going thru became a part of Byrons struggles.. I will forever feel guilt over that. He was a very handsome boy, girls loved him, he was good at whatever he did.. He was a perfectionist.. He got a job at a body shop, he bought a vw which we went all over California looking for to get just the right one..He worked on that vw with bondo on top of bondo till it was perfect. He painted it white with ghost flames.. It was an awesome car.. He would drive around Iron Mountain with Dozer(his dog) in the front seat listening to my Barry White cd (which I never got back) coz it had alot of base.. He thought he was cool and he was.. I am glad he had that VW. if I knew where to find it i would buy it to have around here as part of Byrons life.. There were alot of times tho, he would go straight to his room from school and sleep.. I was too self absorbed to realize the warning signs that Byron was depressed. He blamed it on the fact we didnt live in Parker next to his friends but his friends always found a way to come out and go quad riding,work with his bees, take the Nissan patrol out without our permission and go smoke pot in the desert.. without us knowing.. He was not happy most days, just wanted to be left alone. I had a hard time reaching him.When we brougt the foster children into our home, Byron was very receptive.. He played ball with some, taught one how to tie her shoe and ride a bike.. When we were blessed to have a relative come stay with us, he formed a bond with her He use to dance around the living room with her and she wouldnt let him go. He was so loving to all these kids..I am forever grateful for his love of them as Im sure they are too now that they are older.. When it was time to graduate, he was failing in English,. I had to beg the teacher to give him a break so he could graduate.. He hated English and the teacher who had no business teaching in the first place but we were able to get him graduated.. He didnt like school that much.. bored him. He moved out after high school, went to Palm Springs with his brother.. He wasnt sure what he wanted to do. He did go to Big Bear and teach up there for kids with aids, etc.. He taught them to ride mountain bikes. which he loved to do.. He wrote me a letter telling me how this was his calling and that it made him appreciate his life.and God.. I wish that he had stayed with that program.. The kids loved him..