Remembering Bryce Davidson
June 1, 1993 – Feb 1, 2026
Bryce inherited his gregariousness from his father, certainly not from me, his grandfather on his mother’s side. Sadly from me he inherited FSHD. While Bryce’s mother suffers from Acioscapulohumeral Muscular Dystrophy (FSHD) more than I do, Bryce suffered from it the most. It was from the doctor’s examination of his stooped shoulders and weak arms that we discovered that we all had it.
In April 2010 he traveled with me to London and Kenya. I am so grateful for that time we had together. While working in the Central Bank of Kenya in Nairobi during the day, I insisted that Bryce not leave our hotel. I had been told that the slang word for white people walking around town translated to “money” in English. We went out in the evenings for dinner and to visit friends. Before we left for our safari through the Masia Mara National Reserve Bryce knew and was friends with everyone working in the Hotel. When I returned from the Bank in the afternoon, anyone I asked, “where is Bryce” would tell me immediately. We traveled with a car and driver provided by the Central Bank and when we overnighted in the Reserve Bryce immediately joined the local tribe in its celebration of something or other. While our little safari let us see all the Big Five (lions, elephants, buffalos, leopards, and rhinos), Bryce’s favorite animal encounter was with a friendly Cheetah at the Nairobi Zoo. His smile and enthusiasm will be, and is, much missed.
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