SO many things have been coming together this week…
In our reading of The Greatest Salesman in the World, we read:
I will live this day as if it is my last.
There is so much power in that statement!
We are also reading obituaries, studying their photo, reading their story, and thinking about what they might be willing to trade for just one more day on this earth.
And there also happened to be a 60th birthday celebration for my dear friend, Brett Elliott, who was taken from this earth WAY too soon, on March 30, 2009.
There are many pieces to the puzzle that is our life.
In re-reading Brett’s obituary, I read of his surviving family members, a select listing of professional accomplishments, and a small glimpse into his loves:
He loved music; from loud rock to punk to blues to jazz. His favorite pastime was attending concerts and music venues with his many friends, and then burning a CD of the playlist to present as a cherished gift. Most of all he loved his family and good friends from all walks of life.
(I am a proud owner of some of these CDs, and they truly are cherished gifts.)
What the obituary doesn’t say, is that if you ever met Brett Elliott, you were immediately drawn in…he had the ability to make you feel like a long loved friend…even your best friend…even if you’d only known him for five minutes. Brett was special in that way.
His memorial service was “SRO” (Standing Room Only…a fitting description of a service for someone who loved music and going to concerts. (I have fond memories of seeing Jonny Lang, the Rolling Stones, and Sammy Hagar/David Lee Roth together…as well as some “private, unannounced concert appearances” that only someone “in the know” would know about…and he did)
Brett’s memorial service is also the only one I’ve been to that had an “after party” … complete with SWAG … hosted by the advertising agency where he worked. The after party was a chance for us to celebrate Brett’s life and cherish his memories…and indulge in some of his favorite things. Like Rodney Strong wine, chocolate covered pretzels (or “Brettzels” which were Christmas gifts of pretzels “lovingly hand dipped into the chocolate with chopsticks” which were given to friends.)
Brett loved life.
He loved music.
He loved his friends.
He was a world-class copywriter.
He enjoyed mentoring students.
He believed in giving back.
He never missed an opportunity to make you smile or laugh.
He lived every day as if it was his last.
He is an inspiration.
At his 60th birthday party, he continues to make me laugh, through stories shared by his family. Apparently when Brett was a young boy he had a toy that shot smaller toys out of it. While playing with the toy outside, one of the toys that he shot landed on the roof of the house. Brett promptly marched into the house and announced “Houston, we have a problem!”
Even at an early age he knew just the right words for the situation.
He may be gone from our world, but his memory lives on…both in the hearts of those who knew him, and through student scholarships in his name.
What would Brett trade for one more day on earth? A better question would be what all of us who knew and loved him would trade for one more day with him on earth.
Peace. Love. Wish You Were Here.