Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Color Gold

This is a post I read today from a beautiful friend of Bryce's.  I just love her.


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.
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.

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