To keep the blog from going dormant, I am posting one of the eulogies read at his funeral. I'll post the others at other times.
As his wife, I will say this past year has been hard because I missed him; but I did not properly remember him. I recently revisited the blog and it reminds me of what I can do to move forward and honor my husband's memory. I'm sure that's what he intended!
Be well, Robbie
From Frank:
May 14, 2013. Thank
you, Brian.
Looking at all the pictures around
the room, I realize that I’m a latecomer to the miracle that was (is) Brian.
I met Brian at our kids’ charter school. He was the outgoing
finance wonk on the Board and I was the newcomer. That was 2002, I believe. We met for him to give me some background on
the school’s finances and to go over what he thought the challenges were. He told me there was only one major challenge
– he said “we need to expand or we’ll die.”
Over the next few years, Brian was
a leader on the Expansion Committee. Moreover,
he was our chosen presenter at school-wide status updates. I remember being awestruck at how wonderfully
reasonable and cogent his presentations were.
He could always see things more clearly than everybody else, and he was
a master of communicating that clarity.
I missed Brian when he and the
family moved to Richmond, though we did visit on the way back from our trip to
North Carolina and Tennessee. I recall
that we took a tour of Petersburg battlefield site with his family.
It was when Brian came back,
though, that we really became close. I
had a consulting gig in Manhattan, and he and I would meet for Scotch and
dinner some evenings when he was staying at the corporate apartment. He even lent our family the apartment for the
2008 4th of July weekend. It
was great living in Manhattan for the 4th! But this was also around the time that he
gave me the bad news about his colon cancer.
He was clearly concerned but still upbeat and optimistic. His objective was to live life to the fullest
and just get as far as he could.
That winter, in early 2009, we
embarked upon what has become known as the Puerto Rico Frat Boys Vacation. Quite frankly, I was surprised and flattered
to even be invited – again, being the latecomer to Brian’s inner circle, even
though I knew the rest of the crew from the charter school. Those few days were magic. Despite the obligatory afternoon nap, we had
a wonderful time lounging on the beach and exploring the island by night – the
casino (Brian won $120), out-of-the way restaurants, and even a bar or two
(surprised?).
In June 2010, Brian, the great
presenter, enlisted me to explain the story of the housing bubble and the 2008
economic collapse to a rally of the Coffee Party. I did just that (as it turns out, in painful
detail) to a packed crowd of over 5 concerned citizens. I’m sure they knew it was going to be me
talking, not Brian.
In January of 2011, I was able to
have Brian to myself for a 4-day weekend in Miami. We toured the architecture (and the bars and
restaurants, of course) of South Beach as well as a really neat park on Key
Biscayne. (Brian took many photos of the
foliage and of lighthouses.) But the
most intimate highlight of the trip was his sharing the first 2/3 of his novel
with me. So while he took his afternoon
nap, I sat in the living room rapt in the pages of his imagination. One of the greatest compliments I’ve ever
received was to be asked to be one of Brian’s literary critics.
Over the last couple of years,
we’ve found ways to get together despite being some distance apart. He’s visited me at my house, and I’ve visited
him at his. We went to Monmouth Park
racetrack together, then ate steamers at a little restaurant on the water near where
he grew up. We also met at a lobster
roll place in NYC’s East Village. We
started the practice of meeting for lunch at different restaurants in New
Brunswick and did that a few times. I
know it’s selfish, but it was always great to have him to myself to talk about
his treatments, about politics, about work, about our families, and about
life. He never sugar-coated anything,
but he wasn’t needlessly cynical or pessimistic. There was (is) a beauty of spirit about
Brian, and that relentless clarity of thought and expression. I learned so much from him, and it has
softened me over the years.
A few weeks ago, Brian and I had
lunch together for the last time at a local sushi place. It was the most intimate conversation we’d
ever had. I had to ask him. I asked if he was or thought he would ever be
at a point of closure about life. What
he said surprised me, but it shouldn’t have.
He said “No.” He said that there
could never be closure. He said that
there was more to do every day, there was more to learn every day, there was
more to enjoy, and to love. I thought he
was talking about himself, but I realize now that it was his message to all of
us.
Yes, I came late to the miracle
that is Brian. But I’m grateful to have
been part of his life at all. Thank you,
Robbie, for sharing him with me. Thank
you, Brian, for being who you are.
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I MISS YOU BRIAN. BUT, YOU ARE ALWAYS IN MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS.
MOM
Was thinking about Brian a lot this week. The radio was paying tribute to Bruce on his birthday and playing covers of old tunes - brought me back to high school and Brian. I have his blog on my favorites and click on it often to read an exerpt - a way of getting sage advice form an old friend. Thanks for keeping it up.
Wow, it's 2015. Happy new year. Thinking of you...
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Wow, it's been almost 2 years now! Miss you, Bri
It's been two years and you are still in our midst. We love and miss you!!
Fall is in the air. I think we will have an Indian summer this year.
Three years later - May 10,2016
It is hard to image three years have gone by since you left us - and yet it feels like only yesterday we were all together. I miss you every, every, hour, every day.
I wonder how you would be if you were still here. Obviously older, but would you still be running, still reading history, still helping your family and friends. I am sure, to us you would still be our Brian. We missed you but you also missed life's ups and downs in the family and in the town. There are times when you were sorely needed. There were times you would have been delighted to see your children and nieces move on and move up leaving their teenage years and moving into lives of their own. Your energy sustained all of us. Your memory still holds us together. May you rest is peace, my beloved son. Love, Mom
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo miss you
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