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Note: he layed in a chemical induced coma for almost two weeks died 6/7/2004 was brain dead from brain hemerge.
Trevor
June 10, 2004
I'm standing before you just as I am, the way Brandon wanted it. No suit and tie, he wanted a "Come as You Are" funeral. Words and actions could never fully bring understanding to the relationship between us. We were one, inseparable to the end. At the time, I never realized that sharing a room for so long would be held high and precious in our being. So many tears I shed on him, and he on me. We participated in sports, and we shared our smiles and cries together. I was always honored to play beside my older brother. He was, not only a brother to me, but a best friend, a guide, a father. To say that Brandon was a good man would do no justice to his character. He was a genius both in heart and mind. He never hesitated to lend a helping hand or two and never complained. The chitlins enjoyed and respected his tender care. He was always good with the chitlins and would have been a great father. This man was in constant, complete thought, and in search of knowledge. Knowledge was his life force, next to music; it flowed in his blood. He never had a dull moment in speech, whether it was his intelligent humor or his intriguing point of view. I will always remember the hours upon hours of talking about each other's opinions, views, feelings, and experiences. In Brando Commando's short years he managed to reach out and touch everybody that really knew him. His acts of kindness and his words of wisdom will be dearly missed. He guided me through my problems. He taught me that one should help his or herself to really help others. He taught me to be myself, not conform, and choose my path for myself. In me, he instilled personal courage to douse all social pressures to strive to be the person that is pure in my heart. "Respect people for their differences," he stated many a time, and that will stick in my mind. Growing up in band, I saw Brandon grow as a musician. What started out as hot wind in his bugle developed into calluses on his fingertips as he strummed, strummed, strummed to his soul of musical bliss. Only the people that bothered to listen to the music he wrote and played could understand the feeling and emotion Brandon emanated. His all?time dream above all else was to be in a band so he could reach people by means of his musical genius. His determination in everything he felt was right and what he did can be envied by everyone. No matter what obstacle he had faced, he had found an outlet. It's rather ironic that this obstacle stood too tall and too wide to scale. He defeated oppression and social dictation to do, that which made him happy, his most admirable trait. Brandon was very family?oriented when it came to his brothers and sisters. If you gander at his more recent pictures, the siblings were present in the majority. We did a lot of things together, always together. Brandon told me many times (not exact words), "Don't regret, live for the future. A future of reform." I have taken this wherever I go. I don't regret; I view everything as a learning experience. I played off of him, and he off me. I am his work of art. In me, he is, was, and always will be. Rest in Peace General Toops.
P.S.
Grindin'
Left! Now I fly a restless soul, forever remorseful and unknown
Forever, you and your greezy curls have left my shadow world and gone to a new one where men all live good. So bye, bye, bye my brother.
Note: Brandon was hit by a hit and run driver 8 Mile between DeQuinder and I-75
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