At 5 p.m. yesterday, Bryson — known to everyone who loved him as “Goosie” — finished his fight.
For 1,027 days, he faced childhood cancer with a courage far greater than his small body should have ever needed to carry. He endured needles, surgeries, sleepless hospital nights, and moments that would break even the strongest of hearts. Yet somehow, his smile never dimmed. It became his shield, his signature, and the light he offered to everyone around him.
Now, Bryson is free — free from pain, free from fear, free to rest in the peace he deserved but fought so long to reach. His absence leaves a hollow ache words cannot soften, but his spirit remains: bright, tender, unforgettable.
This is not the end of Bryson’s journey. His story continues — in the hearts he healed, the lives he touched, and the love he leaves behind.
And the rest… is something you need to read for yourself.