My Brother, My Friend.

This past week, we heard of the tragic passing of a good man. He was a good father, son, husband, grandfather, and most of all, a man of God. My heart breaks for the Gegg family. His sons were friends of my sons, and I know the pain of losing a father. His passing came very quickly and very suddenly and all too soon for those of us who must remain behind. My heart goes out to Rachelle, Hannah, Matt, Aaron and Peter. Their strength through all of this has been inspiring, and I take joy and comfort in joining them in the knowledge that we will all be joined together again someday.

Now I've lost one of the best and dearest friends I've ever had.

Many have believed over the years that Bryce Mansfield and I were brothers. For all intents and purposes, we were. More often than not, that's how we introduced each other to others.

Biologically, of course, we weren't. But spiritually and emotionally, we most certainly were brothers.

What can you say about someone who has been your best friend for nigh on 30 years? How can one adequately describe the type of person he was? How can I satisfactorily share the pain I feel now that he's gone? I fear I don't have the right words to give the answers to any of those questions true justice.

The cliche's are easy: Loving, caring, tender-hearted, a good person, never met a stranger, and a man of God. For Bryce, that's all true, and yet comes nowhere close to really describing him with any measure of fullness.

For everyone who knew him, you'll agree with me when I say this: He truly was one of a kind. I simply do not know of even one person who did not instantly love Bryce upon meeting him. I do not know of even one person who does not continue to love the man to this day. Bryce had his flaws, no question -- we all do -- but I challenge you to think of anyone who doesn't just absolutely adore Bryce. From his long-time friends like me, to the casual friend of his parents, to the college student who only knew him as his dorm RA, to the waitress him brings him his breakfast at a restaurant, to the photog buddy he met in Michigan, with whom he literally only spent a few hours of his life, yet is still making the trek down here to Indiana to attend his funeral.

Not one. I can't think of even one. They ALL loved him, and never had anything but good things to say about him. Rarely did a day go by that someone didn't ask me about him. Almost everyone who knew he and I as friends connected at the hip would constantly ask me how Bryce was doing if they didn't see us together. "How is Bryce doing?" That's a question I fielded almost daily, usually multiple times a day.

But that's the easy part. Liking and loving Bryce was easy, because Bryce made it easy to do.

Now comes the hard part. The part where I have to try to tell you the impact he had on my life, and the life of my family. That part is much, much harder, because I don't think the words exist to adequately describe it. But after thinking about it over the past several days, here's but a meager summary: I am a better person for having known him.

I met Bryce in high school. He started hanging out with the band I was in at the time. Not so much for the music -- although I'm honored to know he always has loved the music I made -- but rather more for the Spiritual component. We were a Christian band, and we sung songs about Jesus, and that attracted Bryce, because he had a hunger to know Jesus. He was big and strong, even then, capable of grabbing two Peavey bass cabinets, one in each hand, and loading them to the stage. For reference, it usually took two people to carry just one cabinet! But he went quickly from little more than just a roadie who hung out with the band to being not only our sound man, but a trusted spiritual peer and ally, who was as active and vital to our weekly Bible studies as any of us on stage.

From there, we simply became deep friends, and he continued to hang out with me and my wife long after the band broke up. Like me, my wife -- who just so happened to be Bryce's junior high crush (that went for a lot of teasing between us!) -- has always considered Bryce her brother, and treated him as such. Over the years, Bryce and I worked together, sometimes as a peers, other times literally he was an employee of mine. And every friend I had instantly became best friends with Bryce. And every family member I have instantly became family with Bryce. My Mom became one of his many mothers, and my brothers and sisters became his brothers and sisters.

And when my children were born, they instantly had an Uncle Bryce.

At our family birthdays, Bryce was there, didn't matter what family member it was. At our family Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings, Bryce was there. And he wasn't a visitor. People expected him to be there, and would ask me where he was if he was absent. It was never just "Paul and Ginger" are coming. It was "Paul and Ginger and Bryce" are coming.

My friends became his friends because that was the package. If you got me, you usually got Bryce, and without exception, Bryce instantly won them over. I'm so honored to know that so many who love Bryce today and consider him a good friend do so because he simply was hanging out with me, and, as always, was along for the ride.

And that extended to my kids' friends. Not only did my boys have their Uncle Bryce, but their classmates had an Uncle Bryce as well. Many was the time we would walk into one of the boys' schools, and a classmate of theirs would instantly come running to Bryce -- before anyone else, I might add -- exclaiming "Uncle Bryce!" And he would wrap them up in one of those patented Bryce bear hugs. One of my son's school basketball games was briefly halted once as virtually the whole team came running to Uncle Bryce when he entered the gym!

I have thousands of great memories with Bryce. The time he broke the seat in my van. The time he hid a baby rabbit he'd found in his jacket pocket and took him to a club I was working at that night. The time he "playfully" body-slammed my brother, Kevin, during a Cowboy's Super Bowl win, nearly breaking his back. The time he smashed a raw egg into every nook and cranny of my mother's kitchen. The countless talks, discussions, late night chats. About everything from girls, family, politics, kids, life and death, and Jesus. Each of them special, each of them personal, and yet today, all of them morphing into one giant happy memory of Bryce.

And while Bryce had many friends over the years, and so many who were moved and touched by him, and certainly others he was close to, I'm proud to say, and not the least bit shy about exclaiming that I was his best and closest. It was Bryce and I who continued to drift back together after every foray we'd take in life. He was there when I graduated high school, there when I married my wife, there when my children were born, there for their various school graduations, and culminated in us spending almost every waking hour together in the last couple of years as we worked and played together once again.

Bryce has his own spot in my living room... what does that tell you? (And what does it say about how big a person Bryce was that as an avid St. Louis Cardinals fan, he could sit, sometimes up to 15 or 16 hours a day, in my Cincinnati Reds living room?)

What we all worried about happening to Bryce someday has now happened. And now I miss my brother very much. But I can tell you this... Bryce, more than any other person I'd ever met in my life, truly looked forward to going to Heaven. He desired to see and meet Jesus. He was tired, and in a lot of physical pain -- for many years, I suspect -- and he was ready for it all to be over.

As much as he loved his family, and his friends, and my family -- and yes, even me -- he loved Jesus more. And in the end, he is now where he really wanted to be all along. And that is how it should be.

So this is not a goodbye, but rather, a farewell, until we see each other again. Because we will see each other again. And it was Bryce's fervent prayer and greatest desire that everyone he knew -- his friends, and especially his family -- come to know Jesus, so that he could see them all again one day too.

So, to honor Bryce, let's let this time be a challenge to us all. If you already know Jesus, then you can rejoice with us that we will all meet again someday. But don't miss the chance to tell your friends and family you love them. Because tomorrow isn't guaranteed.

But if you don't know Jesus, and you'd like to, and you'd also like to know what made Bryce the kind of person he was, then I want to invite you check in with someone. Go to a church and talk to a minister, or even just another church-goer. Visit a Bible study during the week, or just drop by a church office and find someone to talk to. If that doesn't work, then give me a call. I'll talk to you.

It's what Bryce would want.