Wow I have so many memories with my uncle i dont know where to begin. Umm well lets see, he was just like a father firgure to me, he would take me everywhere to show me expierinces that i had never done or seen before and he just made me so happy to be his niece. I know that if he was still here i would have done a lot more with my life. I miss him so much its like every time i think about him i want to cry.

My prayers to the family, friends, and FDNY brothers and sisters. I also have a memorial bracelet honoring Brian. All I can say is there is just one more angel above. Peace to all.

Please know that I have Brian and you and your son in in my prayers everyday. I received his name on my M.E.R.C.Y. band and wear it daily to remind me of your loss and to lift you up in prayer and encouragement. May you find peace knowing that Brian was doing what God would have us all do. Lay down our life for another.

I first met Brian when I he was the bouncer at Wave Street -- we immediately became good friends and stayed that way until the end. He was always a hardworker, and we always stayed in touch through the years. The last time we spoke, he had just gotten married, owned a home and he was going to my friend's modeling agency to submit his photographs for any modeling jobs as well as voiceovers. He was a great man, knowing him a great husband, and finding out from his wife through my sister, he just became a father. My prayers are with his wife and son and hopefully they will have closure in their lives to know that Brian is in heaven looking down on them and smiling.

In Loving Memory of Brian Bilcher. This is for Tina and Grant, Brian's wife and son.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you this morning, I watched you pour your coffee.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached up to me.
I was with you at the store today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed for you to feel me there, I wished I could do more.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled with your key.
I gently put my arms around you, and whispered to say, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be near you every day -
to say to you with certainty, "I never went away".
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over ...I see you yawn, and hear you say "goodnight....
God Bless us all and keep us until the time is right"....
And when you do cross over, across that great divide, I'll rush again to greet you and we'll be side by side.
I have so many things to share with you,
there is much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...
then come be home with me.