Bryan Holden Hostetter

November 23, 2020.

He was loved.

Born in Denver Colorado June 7, 1985, to Brad and Barbara, he arrived early. Bryan blazed his own trail and attended Warren Tech for Culinary Arts while obtaining his GED, followed by Multi Media and Graphic Design at Red Rocks Community College. From his first job at Cold Stone Creamery at the age of 14, to his work in the construction/remodel industry, Bryan took great pride in his work ethic. On August 5, 2013, he married Elizabeth Kane; they raised two dog daughters, Bailey and June, one cat daughter, Luna, and his step-cat, Stink. Now, Luna is another story, but we’ll get to that.

Bryan and Liz married high on a mountain top by Meadow Creek Reservoir where the only way

up required a four-wheel drive vehicle. On the big day, an unexpected barrier greeted them at

the bottom of the road, with a sign saying, “ROAD CLOSED to All Public Use”. Bryan stopped

his truck and jumped out. Considering what to do, he looked back and forth between the road

block and the caravan of cars behind him. Then, jumping into his truck he stated emphatically,

“We’re going!” Nothing was going to stop his wedding day! That mountain has many stories to

tell. Bryan and Liz continued to enjoy backpacking adventures there, even though they typically

had to wait hours for the resident moose to move on before they could safely get their dogs

back down the mountain.

With a passion for the great outdoors, Bryan loved to camp and fish, organizing special camping

trips for his birthday each year with his friends. His fishing hobby reached new levels when he

bought his 1960’s boat, volunteering for "Fishing Has No Boundaries" and always having fun in

search of the big catch. Many hands make light work and, with the help of good buddies, he

fixed that boat up and fixed it up again. Bryan learned fly tying from his Grandpa John and he

recently took that hobby up again too, stating proudly, “I can still use a whip finisher like a pro!”

What ever that is.

One day, boating at Chatfield, Bryan and Liz stepped out onto “Zelda Island” to throw sticks for

the dogs. Tangled in fishing line and stuck to a bush, with a lure hooked in its webbed foot, sat a

goose. Bryan was off to the rescue. He grabbed wire cutters from the boat, put a towel over its

hissing head and in no time freed the goose from the lure. As Liz tells the story, the goose just

got up, waddled into the water, and honked as if to say, "Thank You!"

Known for his kind, compassionate spirit, Bryan stopped for every stray dog he ever saw. He

took the time to find its owner so the pooch could avoid the pound, even if it made him late to

work. Cats were not out of the question either. A lost kitten caught his attention in a field when

he was pheasant hunting. Too young to be without its mom, and freezing with little ice cycles on

its whiskers, Bryan tucked the helpless kitten into his jacket. He drove home with the confused

kitty meowing loudly ALL the way home as it crawled over his head and shoulders. He said it

was horrible, but he did not listen to his Uncle Jack who told him more than once that he could pull over to the side of the road and let it out! Her name is Luna.

Bryan loved pheasant hunting and dove hunting, but mostly the people that came along with those sports. Through the years, Bryan also enjoyed karate, snowboarding, playing soccer, baseball, football, and became an avid Broncos fan. Even though he hated crowds, that didn't stop him from attending a Bronco game now and then. Bryan loved visiting his friends houses for the games and having them over to his new house for games, and other things as well. Working in his garage, he and his buddies were much like kids with a new clubhouse. One day, a friend gave him a grill, another a smoker, and… let the barbecues begin! Hard to tell which he loved more, cooking or eating.

Through cooking, drawing, painting, playing drums and guitar, and making just about anything

out of anything, Bryan’s creativity came to life. As a kid, his drawings covered the walls. When helping to unpack the groceries he was more likely to stack them up at various heights on the kitchen floor and then tell you he had made Downtown Denver. He loved to build with blocks. He and his beloved brother made rather sophisticated traps for catching leprechauns. With sloppy papier-mâché, gigantic balloons got covered and made into piñatas for every birthday party, and in the same fashion, they made many a volcano. The messier, the better. Covering himself with mud from the garden was not enough, Bryan had to plaster grass clippings on top of that for a complete ‘mud monster' look. Very creative.

Bryan loved to write, too. From an early age he wrote newspapers for his Grandma and

Grandpa and sold them for 25 cents. In elementary school, his creative writing earned him a

short stint as a poet for hire. A friend of Bryan’s asked him to write a poem for him to give to a

girl he liked. We don’t know if this poem did the trick, but it’s hard to imagine it wouldn’t. We leave you with this love poem Bryan wrote, his sweet spirit shining through:

You are like a cumulonimbus high in the reddish blue sunset. Seeing you reminds

me of a Black Capped Chick-a-dee. Your sight is as stunning as a green mambas

venom, for venom stuns my heart at the sight of your cherished face and long

silky hair. Your skin is radiant and smooth.

When you walk it is like the rare sight of a bald eagle in a glide. Your eyes are

like a puppies. When someone isn't attracted to you it is rarer than the white

alligator for people like you are so rare. I am attached to you like a star in the

midnight sky.

Like life, we are meant to be. You are not one but all the colors in and out of the

rainbow within heaven. You are as beautiful as a rare Columbine, my state

flower. You smell like mountain air. When you talk it is like hearing a white-throated

sparrow.

The truth is, my compassion for you is infinity.

With all my heart,

Bryan will be missed immensely by his wife, Liz Hostetter and her family; mother Barbara (stepfather

Joel) Wallace, brother Trevor Hostetter, step-sister Kelly Walling (Dave) Manhattan KS,

step-brother Joshua Wallace (Kristin) Aurora OH; the LeVett family, Uncle Johnny, Aunt Jane,

Uncle Will, Aunt Mikki, cousin Justin (Rachel), cousin Mikaela (Steven); and the Hostetter family,

Uncle Jack (Julia) Austin Texas, Aunt Diane Portland OR, cousin Emily (Zach), cousin Chelsea

(Matthew) Tokyo Japan, and a multitude of loved and cherished family members and friends.

Bryan is preceded in death by his father Bradley, paternal grandparents Glenn and Myrl, uncle and aunt Terry Hostetter and Nancy Radosovich; maternal grandparents John and Carrie Le Vett, and his

beloved dogs, Bailey and Shotgun.

Due to current circumstances, services will be postponed to a later date. However, we encourage

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Bryan will rest in eternal peace in the Cremation Nature Garden at Olinger Crown Hill Cemetery.

Memorial contributions can be made to, Fishing Has No Boundaries, MaxFund Animal Adoption

Center, or always to a charity of your choice.