Memories of Bryce Bullard

In memory of

Bryce Bullard

Indianapolis, IN

December 14, 1996 - November 11, 2025

Dec 14, 1996 - Nov 11, 2025

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Melissa Cox

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Jordan Hall

Up and Down. Down and then Up again was our friendship, Often right in the middle where we just respected each other's existence. So much to always remember rather good or bad which means we spent a decent amount of time around each other. Im glad we were Up these last few months. That's a memory Im gonna hold on to, thats the one I'll always share amongst others, "When Bryce left this place, we were Up, we were good, we were friends." UWMA Rest.

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BethAnn Mills

Bryce and I shared a bond that could never be broken. My world will never be the same without him in it.... Read more Bryce and I shared a bond that could never be broken. My world will never be the same without him in it. Bryce and I shared a bond that could never be broken.... Read more

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LeTaia Duncan

I first met Bryce on a night so cold it felt like winter was trying to swallow the world whole. A friend of ours came over and asked me to go get his buddy out of the car. I remember hesitating—not because I didn’t want to help, but because the cold hit me like a wall the moment I stepped outside. Still, I went.So there I was, standing beside a stranger’s vehicle, trying to coax someone I’d never met into coming inside while I stood there shivering, the snow thickening around us and the wind stinging my face. Looking back, I swear the only reason he finally came in was because he saw me—wrapped in my Carhartts and a scarf, breath shaking in the freezing air—still trying to reach him through the storm.I don’t think either of us knew it then, but something started in that moment, in that small, stubborn act of warmth on a brutally cold night. I was blessed to spend the next few years by your side. It’s unimaginable—unthinkable—that exactly three years later you would be taken so brutally and so unexpectedly.

I will miss you always.
Until we meet again.

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