Amazing how you lose track of people that were once really important to you. I just found out a little over a year ago a friend passed away. Brandon Breed was one of the few good friends I had in Junior High on into High School. Instead of me riding the bus to school in Jr. High Brandon would get up early and come pick me up on the back of his motorcycle. Being a scrawny geek kid I got picked on a lot by the bullies in places like the bus.
Brandon was an amazingly well rounded individual even back then. He was a big fan of hot seasoned foods. I don’t remember exactly which, but he was cross breeding two varieties of peppers in his back yard. Jalapenos and some other monstrously hot beast. You could barely be in his parent’s kitchen when he was drying the latest variety.
One time I recall riding with him and our friend Wayne. Some jerk of a trucker came running up on us and started forcing us onto the road shoulder. We knew he did it on purpose because we were way ahead of the truck and could hear his engine gunning as he ran up on us. I am not sure of the details but I was told some years ago Brandon had a bad accident. It left him with seizures and debilitating headaches. Also that he had moved on to Houston and spent his last time doing volunteer works. They found him passed away and suspect a final seizure.
He was always close to his family. And I find myself wondering how much difference Brandon would have made in my life had I kept in contact with him. He was a very balancing force for his friends. Maybe a number of really stupid decisions I made in college never would have happened if Brandon had been around to tell me how stupid I was about to be. And maybe, just maybe I could have helped him when he needed it after his accident.
His family posted a tribute that I just I saw on You Tube. Sleep well my friend. I hope the Lord hooked you up with a really kickin bike and a long road to wind it out on.










