|| In Memory of Bryan Kelly
I’ll never forget the first time I met Bryan. I was seven years old and the new kid on the block.
Bryan was skateboarding down the sidewalk. Even then, he was tall and skinny. For those of you who know Bryan when he was little,
you know that he constantly had a runny nose. That day was no different. He was also sporting a Mohawk, thanks to his brother David.
That day Bryan instantly became my friend. That’s the way Bryan was. He was always trying to help people out and make them feel at home.
When we were little, we would dress up in snowsuits and use the garden hoses to pretend to be firefighters.
The picnic table was our engine and the trees were the houses. Our parents wondered why the trees and grass grew so well in the backyards.
I can tell you now that if you put as much water as we did on it, anything will grow. When we got a little older,
we joked that it was a good thing we didn’t have jobs back then, because we would have paid some pretty hefty water bills.
After graduating from high school, Bryan joined fire District #4. He also moved in with my family and me. It was only half a block away,
but to him it was a pretty big move. Bryan would never go on fire calls without me. So at night, when our pagers would go off, Bryan would
lay and listen to hear if I was getting my clothes on and then he would get up. After I realized this, I thought it would be funny to try
and leave him. So I would get out of bed and get dressed so he didn’t hear me. Then I would open my door and run through the house and out to my car.
It wasn’t uncommon to see Bryan chasing after me with pants in one hand and a shirt in the other hand. I never really left him but
I will never forget how funny it was to see him running half-naked down the street.