Brian Conley

BRIAN J. CONLEY, 55, of Ogallala, passed away on October 13, 2023, at Ogallala Community Hospital.

Brian was born on January 2, 1968, in Syracuse, NY, to James and Mary Jo (Ochwat) Conley. At a young age, Brian and his family relocated to Aurora, CO, where he completed his high school education.

For many years, Brian worked as a bartender at Senor Ric's in Aurora, CO. It was there that he met and fell in love with Michele Green. The couple eventually settled in Ogallala, Nebraska, a place they had come to love during their summer camping trips. In Ogallala, Brian was employed in warehousing at Ogallala Community Hospital.

Known for his immense compassion, Brian found his greatest joy in the company of his family. A dedicated Pittsburgh Steelers fan, he recently fulfilled one of his last wishes by attending their home opening game.

Brian was preceded in death by his grandparents and aunt.

He is survived by his wife, Michele Conley of Ogallala; son, Jacob Conley of Ogallala; mother, Mary Jo Perry and Barry Redecker of Ogallala; father, James Conley of Syracuse, NY; brother, James Conley of Lakewood, CO; brother Paul Conley of Syracuse, NY; sister Olivia Conley of Syracuse, NY. He also leaves behind numerous other relatives and friends.

A memorial has been established in Brian's name for later designation. Condolences can be shared at prairiehillsfuneralhome.com.

A celebration of Brian's life will be held at a later date. No inurnment is planned at this time.

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away to the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.

For an interval.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

All is well.

Henry Scott Holland