A couple of years before Bryan was born, a little 4-year-old overheard his mother talking on the phone about Cystic Fibrosis. His young brain heard “65 roses”. That marked the beginning of the unconventional nickname for the disease that ultimately took Bryan’s life. Today, I got that rose tattooed on my right arm as a memorial to Bryan and as awareness for a disease with no cure.
So many of you have donated to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation in Bryan’s name and I cannot thank you enough. If anyone would like to donate, I’ve provided a link below my tattoo pictures. No donation is too small or too large. The research that is funded by these donations continues to get closer and closer to finding a cure. That cure is too late for Bryan, but one day, it’ll be just in time for thousands of others.
Until it’s done.