Scott Evans Bryan

Scott Evans Bryan was born January 29, 1963, and his life ended in the early hours of June 25, 2023 in Kalispell, Montana at the age of 60.

Scott struggled with challenging health concerns. His family reports, "They (doctors) determined he could never work long enough to earn a livable wage due to the disease. Though this was his fate, he continued to apply over and over again landing jobs here and there only to have his health issues end the jobs for him. Scott wanted to be a productive member of society, but that was not the hand he was given."

Like many of us hope to have, Scott had a life that was filled with times of love, laughs, the good and the bad. And like many of us, Scott had many different relationships with all the people he met along his way. Below are just two of the many different perspectives of Scott.

-Scott was known by his friends to be incredibly resilient and giving, putting others before himself (even when it got him in trouble). For every person that describes Scott as 'ornery' there are five that describe him as nothing but kind. Scott kept to himself, but wasn't shy and made fast friends with the people lucky enough to spend time with him. He could make us laugh, even during rough times. His memorial on July 10, 2023 was very well attended by our community. Lots of friends spoke, shed tears, and shared memories. He is, and will continue to be, deeply missed. Scott was fun. You'd have liked him.

- Scott was a character to say the least. You could always count on him being ready to share a piece of his mind with anyone that would give him an ear. That piece of his mind could be kind and warm, or, just as easily, it could be full of frustration from life's hiccups. He was stubborn and ornery at times, but also endearing and sweet-tempered. I will remember him fondly for his jokes, complaints, sass, colorful conversations, and miss him not being a part of our everyday anymore.

Scott was houseless at the time of his death, but not homeless. He had friends, family, and community. He was not alone. His life mattered.