You see this nerd with the big glasses probably spitting all over his cake.
That's Bryce.
We met in 6th grade homeroom.
It was an art class.
We ended senior year
in a cooking class.
I spent so much time teasing him
he'd sit in the school weight room lifting trying to come up with ways to get back at me.
This guy went to South Africa on a mission.
I got letters and stories.
When he came home I was ecstatic.
Bryce had that personality that was so good to be around.
He had a calming affect on me.
He cared a lot about his friends.
He saw more in me than I had in myself.
'Jessica
now when you feel like nobody cares you can call me and I will tell you
how special you are. cause Jessica you are special! and I am here to
let you know.'
We spent the night walking around school finding our new classrooms, picking out our new seats, planned a date for that weekend.
That next morning bryce was hit by a semi on his way to school.
This experience was more than heartbreaking.
Every January 7th I go to Bryce's family's house with flowers in hand and visit for a couple hours.
We celebrate his life and the memories we have.
They are amazing strong people.
When I reflect back on bryce's friendship and this experience
I know that Bryce came in and saved my life.
He gave me more than I could ever repay him.
