Fearsome Thanks

KINDRED

When considering this I found it difficult to find words that seemed
appropriate. That may sound unlikely to some of you.
Bryan is a kindred sprit, someone I will think of often any time a
thought passes of something I like or have interest in. I try not to think
of the time I will not get to spend with him but instead the times I did.
We share interest in items as diverse as games and role-playing to
motorcycles and marksmanship and often talked for hours about the
various tools of the sport. We share good memories of parties that the
rich only dream of in that nobody could have had as much fun as we. He
helped me remove the “stump from hell” from my back yard and build a
wall that will remain long after I’m gone. And I have never eaten a
better-prepared steak as the one he fixed for us this summer. It’s a real
shame that I spend so much time away from the people I love because it
really makes me aware of how short our time together can be and God
knows I wish I had had more time to spend with Bryan but you know I
always thought there was plenty of time ahead for that.

How will I think of Bryan down the road? It will be with great respect
and reflection of the deep conversations we had over the few years we
had contact. I will never forget the first time I met him and knew we
had known each other years before but could never name where or
when although we did graduate from the same high school.
Bryan was a kindred sprit for me and I’m sure many of you felt it too. It
is a feeling I will always carry with me and when I see him on the other
side I will rejoice.