AUGUST 11,1975 - DECEMBER 19,1990

When asked to describe Brett, I have often said that he had an "Old Soul". I suppose what I am really trying to say is that he had this unique ability to relate to both the young and the old. As Brett's dad I saw this first hand through the way he would spend time with the younger kids in our neighborhood, doing everything from playing catch to teaching them how to ride their bike. Wherever he went the kids would follow, even on the day he died, when he was playing touch football with a group of younger kids.

At the local golf course he would pick up a game with a senior group to fill out a foursome or just play with someone who needed a partner. Several times over the years when I have been at the same golf course I have had a senior golfer come up and introduce himself to me, and tell me that he had an opportunity to play golf with Brett, and how impressed he was with his not only his ability to play golf but his golf etiquette and maturity for someone his young age.

Brett dreamed big and always believed that if he outworked his opponent, no matter what the game, he would be the winner. In his short life he proved this to be true many times. What he lacked in ability he more than made for with determination, and desire to be the best at whatever he did.

As in the words of his favorite song "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, " It's my life, it's better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I would have missed "The Dance." Although his life was short in terms of his time on earth, it was rich, rewarding, and full of love.

Brett was and always will be My Hero.

Ron Bird