Brandon Garson

Danielle Klein

Brandon's Funeral Service - Cleveland, Ohio

January 6, 2006

 

For those that don’t know me, my name is Danielle. I was Brandon’s (or BJ’s) on-again, off-again girlfriend for 3 ½ years.

 

Anyone who knows the Brandon/Danielle saga, has given up asking what the status of our relationship was long ago. But whether we were “officially” dating or “not officially” dating, we still saw/visited each other often, and played a big part in each others’ lives. I want to say a few words in memory of one of the most special, wonderful people I know.

 

Brandon, at some point along our road together, became my best friend. We always said that no matter what happened between us, we would always remain a part of each others’ lives. 

 

He was one of the most warm, loving, and caring people that I know. And I knew I found myself a good catch when I met him. It may sound cliché but he was like a shining light, who always made me smile. When I broke my back, after only initially starting to date, he brought his sisters’ dog Jake to keep me company so I would not have to sit home alone for the day. Or in order to persuade me to help him out with his kitesurfing, he used to call me “his lovely assistant” thinking (or hoping) that flattery would persuade me to help him. I have to tell you that it even worked sometimes, but always made me smile. He always had the ability to make me smile and feel good. He used to tell me how beautiful I was every day he saw me regardless if I was having a bad hair day or had pimples all over my face. He always managed to get me out of a mood. There are not many people out there who have this capability. 

 

He always watched out for me. I moved to Miami a short while ago without knowing too many people, and searching for a quality of life. He welcomed me, and made me feel as if his friends were my friends and his home was my home (that is as long as I kept it neat). I’ll miss his cute little sayings, “welcome to paradise” (he said every time I came to Miami), or singing his made up songs to me that were totally off key (he had a terrible singing voice). I’ll miss his sweet smile, and I will especially miss those nights where we just talked about our day, life, or kitesurfing.

 

He was so happy at where he was in his life with a successful career, a beautiful condo, his new ability to cook, and especially how good he became at kitesurfing (and trust me I saw him when he first started, and he really did come a long way). I have never seen him happier. There is not a moment that will go by that I will not think about him. I am thankful for the short time that I had with him, and was a blessing in my life. I will hold Brandon in my heart and will cherish him always.