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My son Brennan is with me when I am quiet. The place where I find that quiet is at Oakledge Park in Burlington where we as a family have placed a bench at the water’s edge his honor. His name is inscribed with the words:
Ride Infinite Powder
I walk with him next to me. In my mind's eye as I walk in Oakledge Park, I see him with his arm around me, flopped over my shoulder with such affection. His 6’3 stature and beautiful green blue eyes looking down at me. Brennan loved me, his mom, with complete abandon. Brennan was my eldest and always concerned with his other two siblings and me, his mom. “Mom when are you going to meet someone? You deserve the best,” he spoke with such sincerity. Brennan’s battle with drug addiction began with prescribed medication due to a surgery. He died of addictive illness, a brain disease which brought him nothing but suffering. His caliber of person fully intact when he died. His unending love a constant.
The mountains of Vermont are another place Brennan’s presence is so palpable. I see him snowboarding with complete and utter joy. Nature is where my son Brennan thrived.
He was a passionate and intelligent and, above all, a sensitive young man who lived his life fully. He had more adventure in his 26 years than most fit in a lifetime. Brennan Joseph was my life and I miss him every minute of every day. His brother, sister, mother and father will never recover from the great loss of this most unusual soul.
-Margery Keasler
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