I lived nextdoor to Bryan on Pacific Street for many years  I’d make food for my sons and share dinner  with him. I knew he was a war Veteran and he spoke to me candidly about a lot of his life. We became such great neighbors I invited him to my family Thanksgiving dinners and brought him Christmas dinners. Regardless of the 40ish year age gap, we became friends  

I know he was very proud of his service but it also hurt him deeply and he admitted he couldn’t recover from that. He admitted he wasn’t capable of being the father and husband his family needed and that he gravely hurt them. He carried that guilt and shame with him constantly. He knew he hurt people and he would cry on my couch over his shame. 

He was really good to me and my sons. When I moved to the apartment I’d hear Bryan yelling and screaming all hours of the night  i soon recognized this as night terrors from ptsd  I’d go to his apartment and knock until he answered. 

I would have never thought he’d have such a big impact on me and my two sons . Yes he was an alcoholic and he had issues but he did care about people. I know for a fact when he left he didn’t get to say he was sorry but he was  

I’m so saddened to hear he passed. I tried calling him a number of times. I mentioned to my Mom I was worried about him and she suggested I check the obituary.

My condolences to his family. He did have some friends and he was good to us. Bryan will always be remembered and loved by the three of us. 

May his soul be at peace