I met Brian about twelve years ago, after he had retired and moved to Florida, and I think of that day as a gift, leading to a friendship which has been refreshing and uplifting to my life. As it happens, we grew up within minutes of each other in the same area of Detroit, and even went to the same church, Redford Presbyterian. We were part of the same Sunday School program but never actually met, as a two year difference in our ages meant we would have been in different classes. Had my family not moved to the suburbs, we might have run into each other in high school, being in the same Redford High School district. It would be another forty-five years or more before our paths finally crossed one day at my workplace, which just seems so random, yet maybe not. Our conversation that day led to the discovery of our similar childhood roots, and we must have spent at least an hour trading stories and memories and reminiscing about how nice it was to grow up in Detroit in those days. I’m hopelessly nostalgic and was in my element, but I could see that Brian was enjoying it, too, and I was struck by his thoughtful, sincere, and delighted manner throughout the conversation. I remember thinking that it almost seemed as if we were old friends. And that day did lead to a delightful friendship that made a difference in my life.
Brian was such a wonderful person, a kind, considerate, gentle and caring man. He seemed to have a joyfulness that came from within and a positive outlook that was inspiring. Even though the sadness and loss is so painful and raw, just writing this brings a sense of gratitude and joy for being even a small part of his life. Through his own example, in his quiet, humble way, he was an inspiration and touched many lives, including mine.
Thank you, Brian. I will miss you very much. Aloha, my friend.