I don’t know how he died or when exactly, but I learned last night he no longer cheers the Drury campus with his presence.
He was a campus janitor. He cleaned Turner Hall during the year I lived in that building. I had become acquainted with him before I moved into Turner and remained friends with him after I moved out. There are probably very few former Drury students, staff, or faculty without fond recollections of friendship with Brian.
He was a smart guy and was always eager to cheer me up with a bit of chit chat and encouragement.
He made the dorm I lived in feel a whole lot more like a home.
I think of him every time I listen to Van Morrison who he taught me to admire.
This one, this time is for Brian: