As I sit and reflect on the loss of Brian, I find that what comes to mind isn’t a series of specific memories, but rather an emotional presence that he brought into my life. Brian had this uncanny way of making me feel safe and loved—genuinely, fully. Of course, he was witty as hell, always ready with a sharp remark or a ridiculous joke. But what stands out most in our relationship was his unwavering support and the authenticity of his fondness for me. 

It wasn’t superficial, not the kind of polite affection you might expect from your close friend’s spouse. It was real. I felt it. Brian truly wanted what was best for me, and I never doubted that he would have helped me in any way he could. In a way, he took me in as his older little sister. We respected each other, made terrible jokes without hesitation, sat in awkward silences that never lasted too long—because one of us would crack—and we spoke about everything and nothing in the same brief breath.    

Even though I may not have a trove of detailed stories to share, I always knew this: Brian had my back. He would have defended me without question. That kind of pure, quiet support and love is something I’ve rarely experienced in life—and I will carry that with me always.  

Love to you all!   I carry you with me, too!