My dear son suffered these past few years, but he always had a genuine smile on his face, was ready with a joke or quip; Brian lived as he chose. He will not die in my heart.
Well, brother Brian... it's been 15 days & I still cannot believe you are really gone. I hope you know that we were all in your corner & did our very best to take care of you these past few years when you needed it. I'm glad you moved back to Los Altos, so we could do that for you & allowed us to spend so much time together. I will forever cheer for the Sharks for you.
When I first met Brian, he was young and had a boyish grin, a ponytail and a lot of great ideas that he was eager to put to the test. I think I had a little bit of a crush on him. As I got to know him over the years, I never heard an unkind or discouraged word from him, no matter how severe his health problems became. Thank you, Brian for being part of my life.
What a kind, kind man Brian was. He had such a big heart and a big grin and was willing to share both with any he met.
Thank you for the laughter. For never failing to give me a new perspective. For showing me what acceptance is all about. Each day I try to draw on the things about you that gave me strength. It's still impossible to imagine that our family is forever changed. You are missed, you are missed, you are missed. . .
Brian, thinking of you even more now that the Sharks are in the championship playoff. I know you're watching and cheering from heaven. You are greatly missed.
Brian and I were best friends during our undergraduate years at Santa Barbara. I lost track of him a number of years ago do to life and distance, and have been looking for him for many many years. I could not remember how to spell his last name till today. He is the kindest person I have ever known. He has been missed for a long time.