Remembering Brian

Today marks 3 years since our friend and former “Wolfe Pack” neighbor was taken from this life way too soon.

I remember the day. The morning strife. The afternoon uncertainty. The evening confirmation.

Sitting with friends on their deck. No words. Hugs. Tears.

Processing the painful.

Left behind in the mess.

Brian, I remember the smiles and waves from the stop sign on the corner as I played with toddlers in the yard, the last-minute rides for the teens to and from youth group, having the “Wolfe Pack” down for dinner, your unsuspecting humor, the shock and numbness of finding out that you wouldn’t be coming home, after all. I remember your kind soul. You are still loved and missed by many.

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