My name is Christina. Brandon was my son Emil’s best friend. I loved Brandon very much. He stayed in my home at times. Would even keep me company when Emil would go out. We’d sit in my room and watch standup comedy and make treats in the kitchen. He was always so sweet.
I have had a number of losses in my life–a brother, a sister and recently my father. If I can impart anything to you–those that loved Brandon and are grieving his loss–is to SPEAK HIS NAME. Speak his name through the tears and the pain. Speak his name through the laughter. Speak his name even through the anger. Only through telling your stories about him will his memory live on. And by speaking his name he will continue to inspire others to live a life of meaning.
My heart goes out to each and ever one of you and you will remain in my prayers.
Brandon helping to pick stones for a “sacred fire” that some community members offered at tent city.
The stone he picked.
While at Choices he helped start an art program and made this while there, he was a visionary artist.