Bryan is the kinda guy that could be having an awful day and still be the first one to ask how you are doing.
I remember the first time I went to visit him in the hospital during his second stint of cancer. I walked into the hospital (which are already awful to visit), and I walked up to where he was being treated. Upon my first sight of Bryan, he was knocked out with tubes going into what seemed like every orifice, machines beeping, and the lights were off.
I immediately starting shaking and tearing up. I think I was 17 at the time which would've made him 18. We had been running mates since I was 12. He was always the better athlete, always the bigger of us two and seeing him like that was like seeing a fallen hero.
Nonetheless, I walked up him, sobbing, and sat next to him in silence for what seemed like 5 minutes. I grabbed his arm and he woke up. The first thing he said to me was, "Hey Rans. How are you?"
That's the kind of guy Bryan is.
