I'm so moved by all of this. Thank you, friends.
Here is an excerpt from some of my writing on yesterday's events:
        The memorial service was amazingly beautiful. The lovely little country church was packed, folks from all aspects of his life spoke and gave tribute, I was able to speak (without a total breakdown) of his love and our commitment and how he was at peace. I was able to sing some of Be thou my vision and all of Amazing Grace. The final gift was my dear friends playing as a postlude the waltz I wrote for him when we were just a few months old. It's just a pretty little thing, but 5 amazing musicians on recorder and piano, harp, guitar and bass turned it into gold. When I learn a little midi, I'll post Byron's Waltz here.
        The ceilidh/reception was a bittersweet time of music, hugs and tears. My chorus sang, a trio of friends did too; the morris teams sang and sang. A friend played uillean pipes, the guys in Byron's band played Ashoken farewell for the first time in their lives, not knowing how much Byron had enjoyed his few years at Ashoken camp. Serendipity has punctuated this week.
        I was prostrated by sobs an hour before the service. A dear friend who is also my pastor led me through to a new place where I knew and know now without a doubt that Byron is still with me, on the inside instead of the outside, but right here all the time. Suddenly I went into a "zone" of peace and serenity that carried me through the service and the reception after. I felt that I was carried on angels' wings the whole time. I truly believe it was knowing how many places on this planet had candles lit and loving thoughts turned towards Byron and me. Thanks to all of you, dear friends        

        I am still broken and unstable, but the times of peace are growing longer. Please keep me in your hearts and prayers.