Remembering Brandon

It’s funny how you think you know someone until they die and so much more comes out about them.

I picture Brandon being a photo with holes all in him and that’s the Brandon I know.  I don’t know many things – but in each hole is a photo of another person who knows that small piece of him.  So the holes are filled with all the people who touched his life and experienced his life with him at different times.  The whole personality of Brandon is made up by the influence of many people and circumstances. Each person is grieving that part of Brandon that they know.

The picture is becoming more complete – but only God knows the true man Brandon became.  One day I will see that man too.

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