Another holiday without you has come and gone. I love you and miss you so very much…..

Happy Birthday B. I’m a little late. But you know that isn’t out of the norm. Would have been off by a day or so we we lived in the same room. Be well my man. Miss ya

Happy birthday my sweet son. I love you and miss you so very much

Another holiday has passed and I still can’t believe Byron is gone. When all is quiet at the end of the day, I find myself hoping my phone will ring and it will be him and we’ll have one of our long conversations we use to have. Byron I miss you so much and I love you dearly

Missing you more each day but especially missing our time together for the holidays. I love you

It’s been 6 very long months since Byron has been gone and there is not a day that goes by that he is not on my mind. I think of him and miss him every day. I miss him most when I’m driving home from work and in the quiet of the night. We had some of our best talks at those times. He could always put a smile on my face after a long day at work. What I wouldn’t give to have one more conversation with him. One more day with him. For now, though, I thank God for the time I did have with him.
Byron, I love you and miss you so much. Rest In Peace my sweet son

Nine years ago, Felisha brought this handsome blue-eyed Mountain Man into our lives. He became our Son-in-law and we accepted him into our family and loved him unconditionally. He was the son and brother that Felisha handpicked for us. Felisha is the daughter and sister Byron handpicked for the Anderson family.

We were looking forward to having Byron & Felisha visit us in Texas this summer. We planned on turning him loose with the tractor and chain saw. He was going to teach Connie how to fish. We mourn for all the things that will never be.

We have many Byron stories to make us smile! In January of 2020, he was a Pall Bearer at my Mother’s funeral. I will always remember his kindness during that difficult time in my life. He had a strong protective instinct and was most comfortable when he was helping someone else. We will hold him in our hearts for eternity.

Our family claims this Bible verse for comfort and peace. I pray these words will help ease your pain. “Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In my Father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. And where I go you know, and the way you know.” John 14:1-4

Rest in peace Byron...until we meet again.

I can still remember the 1st day Byron and I met each other. I showed up to EOU a day after he arrived. He was a freshman, me transferring in from JUCO. We were set up to be roommates in the dorms.

I walk into the dorm room and see him at his computer. Cut off flannel shirt, bandana. And that classic Byron side of the mouth grin!

Blessed to say we became good friends. Lots of good moments. Some stupid moments. But all memories I will keep of Byron.

Love you B-




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Byron was one of my closest friends, and I will miss him forever. He and I got to know each other about six years ago at work. Even though we had both moved on to other companies in the past, we stayed in constant contact. It was through his suggestion and efforts that we ended up working together again for about the last year and a half.

Many others have referenced his sense of humor. At work, I called it his "high-wire" act, referring to his unique ability to push the boundaries of his humor without crossing the line. You never knew exactly what he might say, and I never got tired of watching.

As things happen in my daily life, I start to reach for my phone to tell Byron about it or get his hilarious take on a situation. But before my body can start moving toward my phone or my keyboard, my brain reminds me of the horrible reality. As shocking as any untimely death is, Byron's is even more so because he was so ever-present in our lives. Always calling. Checking in. Just to ask how the day was going. Unlike others, he didn't just ask about your day so that he could tell you about his. He truly just wanted to know what was happening in my life.

He put so much effort into his relationships with family and friends, and I always felt like he "looked up" to all of us for different reasons. I think it was his ability to see the best parts of people. I would often call him on the way home from a round of golf, or on my way to get carryout from a typical place like Outback Steakhouse. It was always a delight to hear his over-the-top positive reaction to something relatively routine. He had a way of making it seem like the most exciting thing in the world.

As difficult as this loss is, his memory will live forever. I'm so grateful to have known him. His last text message to me was in reference to his beloved dog, Pippin. It said, "I will love him forever." Right back at you, Byron.

Reading these stories helps me remember again how special Byron was! 

As one of my colleagues shared today, it is fitting that today, April 1st, is Byron's Birthday. Byron was most definitely a unique character, uniquely Byron - always full of humor and always lifting the spirits of others. 

As my colleagues can attest, you never knew what Byron was going to say, or how he was going to liven up a meeting. He was often toeing a very fine line between inappropriate and somewhere way off in left field. Byron lived somewhere in between, as that in-between was uniquely Byron. 

Byron was incredibly welcoming of me when I first started at EMS back in July of 2019. He was one of the first to help me wrap my head around it all, and when I was visiting the Denver office (I live in Ohio) invite me to lunch, and make me feel welcome. He was also kind enough to go out of his way and offer me a ride to and from my first EMS golf outing - which will now be an event held in his name. Byron and I formed a friendship quickly, and we actually missed the group photo because we were drinking beers and yakking it up in the clubhouse! 

At the time, I didn't know each other well enough yet for the golf cart story to be shared; however, I recall that story being told over a virtual happy hour one afternoon! I also remember his COVID survival kit - when Byron shows up to one of our happy hours wearing a "canine cone" and a toilet paper necklace! He always had fun - as he was a huge kid inside. His spirit lifted others up, through humor, and often at his own expense. He had no problem making fun of himself if it would get a rise from others. He enjoyed laughter, and I'll miss that. 

I remember Byron for his kindness and willingness to help others. He loved working with Business Development Reps, coaching them and bringing them along, and working with anyone to help them improve. Even on different teams, I learned a lot from Byron. I would describe him as a great player/coach, who enjoyed teaching, and giving, and helping others, and was always 100% genuine in who he was. He cared about others deeply, and I'll miss my friend. 

I know he made an impact on anyone he met, and his memory and spirit will live on. My thoughts and prayers go out to all who were close to Byron. 

I look forward to the first annual Byron Anderson Invitational, where I know we'll always remember the good times, and celebrate the honor of our friend. 

RIP my friend. God bless.

I've been trying to find the right words since I found out about Byron's passing. I'm honestly still in shock and left wondering was there anything more I could've done.

Byron and I were roomates for just about 2 years at Eastern as pitchers at EOU. Being roomates with Byron was certainly an adventure to say the least. We had our moments every now and then, but always reconnected with sports, life, etc and always had way too much fun.

The memories of the prank wars at Grandewoods with Spencer, Nate, and Josh (where they got into our apartment when we were gone and put a rotten fish they hid in our oven vent that I swear we didn't find for 6 months and the baby powder bomb ninjas making a massive mess in our kitchen) to us sneaking into their apartment to spray rotten milk all over their white walls. Man those were some rough, but hilarious pranks.

The best memory by far though was golfing with Byron. As his mom said, his mischeviousness carried over to the golf course as well. One day at Buffalo Peak we were all goofing around on golf carts while playing a round and Byron took it to another level. He was riding with another one of our buddies coming around a corner going downhill pretty hot. The teebox was set up next to a large pond. Let's just say the Byron didn't make the corner and somehow jumped the curb and took the golf cart right into the pond. I watched as him and our other buddy John were knee deep in pond scum trying to salvage their clubs, gatorade, whatever they could gather out of the cart. Of course we all laughed our asses off and then figured we were somehow gonna get arrested or have to pay for a new golf cart so Byron came up with an elaborate story (would you expect anything less?). Somehow he told the clubhouse that the brakes failed on the cart and it rolled into the pond while we were teeing off. Not only did they give us another cart to finish the round, but they gave him another gatorade because he said he lost it in the pond, lol!!!!! Apparently it had happened to another cart within the same week? What are the odds.

Fortunately we took lots of pictures and its a story that nobody believes until we show the pics. I recently FaceTimed Byron and he showed me the proudly displayed cart in pond pics from almost 20 years ago.

I'm glad we got a chance to reconnect in recent years. As the salesman he was, he recruited me hard to come over to his companies.

Byron,

We will be brothers for life, whether it be this life or the afterlife. Can't wait for to come up with the latest pranks when we see eachother again.

Love ya man!
Adam

Byron and I were teammates in college, but our circle of friends was closer to brothers. I have a lot of memories of being on the field with him, but those aren't what I remember most. Those are things like running around the campus at midnight, him motivating me to go workout, and just playing video games on the couch after a long practice. He was always there. We'd lost touch for awhile but had reconnected and jokingly talked about starting a non-profit together. He spoke glowingly of his nieces and nephews and was interested to hear about my trials as a first-time father. I will miss him and will keep him in my heart.

I didnt know Byron while he was growing up but he was family. I saw him once when he came to see Brian play baseball in high school.
I was happy to see him support his cousin. 
Love and Hugs to Susan, Aaron, Cara and Felicia.

I will never forget Byron’s triple threat: his smile, laughter and great sense of humor. Rest In Peace my friend!

When we call upon memories of those who have shown us unconditional kindness and friendship Byron will be there, and we will smile.

Every line I cast will be for you my friend. Thank you.

My son and I will remember Byron as an extremely kind, generous, encouraging and knowledgeable coach. I’ll think of Byron when the sun shines down on the baseball diamond this year. 

I loved living next to you and babysitting for you guys. Your family taught me a lot about the person I wanted to be. These 3 memories always make me smile and I’ve shared them many times:
- going to your 3rd birthday party as the only “big” guest.
- you coming to my daycare at Ponderosa High for home ec class
- you & I often walking hand in hand across the street with you proclaiming so seriously, “come on Heller let’s go to King Whoppers”
You are forever in my heart.`

There are no words to describe the pain and loss I am feeling. Byron was not only my son, he was my light when things felt dark, my cheerleader when I felt down. He could always bring a smile to my face and laughter in my life. The room always got brighter when he walked in. I will miss the twinkle in his eyes and the humor that went with it. My heart always felt lighter after our many hour long conversations. That’s one of things I’ll miss the most. He had such deep love and respect for all of his family. He adored his nieces and nephews.
He will be missed by everyone but most of all by me.
I love you, Byron