Sailor Bryan
Facebook told me that my friend Bryan Tomasetti is gone. I don't know how, when, or why. And I don't really know why it hit me so hard. I haven't seen Bryan in years. Just before I graduated, I remember dancing with him, awkwardly. He was the instructor of the Argentine Tango classes on campus. Bryan was the kind of person who lived an amazing life. Only a few moments with him left a huge impact on anyone he met. I was jealous of his ability to embrace his freedom and live life to the fullest, to always be so happy, upbeat, and light-hearted. I was jealous that I wasn't really able to have a friend like that in my life. He enjoyed life, the people in it, and was able to make the most of it.
One of the last time I talked to him, he asked me for some artwork I made using photos of our Tango class. He also at one point mentioned how he was having to leave his apt and wasn't sure where he was going next. I expressed my concern, and he couldn't have been less worried about it. I wish I could remember what exactly he said, but it made me smile and reminded me of what kind of life he really lived.
I wish I could live like that, and not let fear, shyness, bitterness, or anger hold me back. With his death I am forever changed. Thank you Bryan, you are deeply missed.
One of the last time I talked to him, he asked me for some artwork I made using photos of our Tango class. He also at one point mentioned how he was having to leave his apt and wasn't sure where he was going next. I expressed my concern, and he couldn't have been less worried about it. I wish I could remember what exactly he said, but it made me smile and reminded me of what kind of life he really lived.
I wish I could live like that, and not let fear, shyness, bitterness, or anger hold me back. With his death I am forever changed. Thank you Bryan, you are deeply missed.