Brian and I had started dating just before our Junior year. We were still dating when my family moved me to Tennessee. The strain of the stress got to both of us so our split up was very dramatic and a lot of hard feelings began to happen. We tried to get through it, even going to the DCHS prom together later that year. We only saw each other once after that when we were both attending college. Hurtful things were said that I wished I had swallowed my pride and apologized for but pride took over so I waited until the fifteen year reunion. I was too late. When the list went out of the classmates, Brian's name showed up on the deceased list. I couldn't believe it but several classmates let me know that he died in a motorcycle crash two years prior. I cannot tell you how devastated I was. The normal grief when someone from your past dies, plus the guilt I felt because we never made things right from the horrible things we said to each other. I know now I never meant any of it and I am sure he didn't either. Brian, rest in peace...and I am so sorry. Please forgive me.
Brian couldn't have been a better friend. The best day of my life to present was seeing him married a week after 9/11/2001.
He'd called sunny stuffy morning to ask if a plane had hit my building. His plane flight had been grounded. I immediately assumed he meant some small plane had an accident. I wasn't in the WTC office at that time and had slept in that morning. I looked out the window, saw the smoke, and turned on the TV. The next few hours unfolded.
On one of the first flights after the airlines started flying again, I made it in to Atlanta and to Brian's place. Standing as co best man at his wedding gave me peace after the chaos of the days just passed. Seeing my friend that happy has become my definition of joy.
He had grown up a lot since his troublemaker DCHS days. He became somewhat of a leader of a large group of friends, saw success in work, and in love. So, it was crushing that he would pass a little over a year later in a senseless late night accident doing a favor errand for a friend. My best day and my worst day were about him. Life will always lack a little color with him gone.
Amy Ragland (Russell)
Brian and I had started dating just before our Junior year. We were still dating when my family moved me to Tennessee. The strain of the stress got to both of us so our split up was very dramatic and a lot of hard feelings began to happen. We tried to get through it, even going to the DCHS prom together later that year. We only saw each other once after that when we were both attending college. Hurtful things were said that I wished I had swallowed my pride and apologized for but pride took over so I waited until the fifteen year reunion. I was too late. When the list went out of the classmates, Brian's name showed up on the deceased list. I couldn't believe it but several classmates let me know that he died in a motorcycle crash two years prior. I cannot tell you how devastated I was. The normal grief when someone from your past dies, plus the guilt I felt because we never made things right from the horrible things we said to each other. I know now I never meant any of it and I am sure he didn't either. Brian, rest in peace...and I am so sorry. Please forgive me.Curran Campbell
Brian couldn't have been a better friend. The best day of my life to present was seeing him married a week after 9/11/2001.
He'd called sunny stuffy morning to ask if a plane had hit my building. His plane flight had been grounded. I immediately assumed he meant some small plane had an accident. I wasn't in the WTC office at that time and had slept in that morning. I looked out the window, saw the smoke, and turned on the TV. The next few hours unfolded.
On one of the first flights after the airlines started flying again, I made it in to Atlanta and to Brian's place. Standing as co best man at his wedding gave me peace after the chaos of the days just passed. Seeing my friend that happy has become my definition of joy.
He had grown up a lot since his troublemaker DCHS days. He became somewhat of a leader of a large group of friends, saw success in work, and in love. So, it was crushing that he would pass a little over a year later in a senseless late night accident doing a favor errand for a friend. My best day and my worst day were about him. Life will always lack a little color with him gone.
Curran