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A Mother’s Song


This morning, Valley emailed me a poem that just “came’ to her this morning. She sat down and typed it out (almost as shown below), in less than five minutes.

A Mother’s Song

My life has changed forever
I’m walking a new path.
A part of me is missing
That I know I can’t get back.

I pray for strength and courage
For us as we live on.
I’m not the only one grieving
For our beloved son.

I still have a son named Brian
Who walks with me each day
To guide me through this journey
And help me find my way.

I agonize about his life cut short,
Searching for answers I’ll never get.
It’s not meant for me know Your Plan.
In this life, at least, not yet….

Brian has the answers
That someday will let me see,
So I’ll live each day “Like Brian”
While there he waits for me.

Your loving mamma, Valley

Pied Piper of Children, Brian Adams Jr


Note: The photo of Brian to the left is not the little girl in this story. It is one of many photos we’ve gotten from Brian’s friends showing him with their children.

Know that Brian was a very good friend of mine and I thought the absolute world of. He was always positive and kind and his attitude was infectious to anyone who encountered him. None of this was more evident when he first met my little girl.

My daughter’s name is Natalie, and at the time she first met Jr. she was 2 years old. And I am sure you know that most 2 year olds are quite a handful and in her case, two handfuls. Her default demeanor was and is, never trust anyone and when a stranger enters the room, …hide. This practice also applies to relatives as well. So, one day Jr. came by the house after realizing that he had never met my little girl. Jr. knew my little boy, always calling him John John, (his name is just one John) and as we stood on the first tee at Woodlawn Country Club, Jr. insisted that we go to my house to meet my little girl. While I was more than happy at introducing my friend to my daughter, in the back of my mind I knew that it would be a challenge for her to even say hello, much less come out from behind the furniture to meet my friend Jr. I advised Jr. of this possibility but he insisted, so off we went.

Junior and Johnny

Junior holding Johnny Dannel

We walked into the front door and then to my daughter’s room where my wife and daughter were reenacting the Battle of Bull Run and immediately upon seeing Jr. my daughter stopped in mid yell and just stared at Jr. As he was good at doing, Jr. was all smiles and started calling my daughter’s name like he had known her since she was born. She then starts walking towards Jr. to the amazement of my wife and myself and we wonder if she’s going to attack. At that moment she extends her arms and Jr. reaches down and picks her up. She just stared at him without flinching like he was Santa Claus, completely captivated. I look at my wife and we are both speechless. We have never before or since seen my daughter react that way to someone whom she didn’t know and most people that she does know. Jr. had a way about him that enabled even the most skeptical people to trust him.

At night, we all get on our knees and say our prayers out loud and ask the kids who they want to pray for. Natalie prays for her playmates at school, her mommy and daddy and her brother, and Junior. All the names come and go but she doesn’t fail to mention Junior on a consistent basis. That is just the affect he had on people, kids especially. I know that we aren’t special because there are several families with kids that talk about how special Junior was to their children and family, however we are very fortunate to have known Brian and had him in our lives for the short time we did. He was the uncle that every kid wished they had…and the brother that all the parents wanted.

Charles Dannel

Footprints of Life


As we mourn the loss of my amazing, sweet, funny, full of laughs, quick witted, care free spirit, smiling, kind hearted cousin, I must say that I’m grateful for a cousin that always took the time to come to family gatherings and holiday events if he was in town.

He was always great at making other’s feel special.

My greatest memories of you will always be at Christmas when you and your dad always kept the family laughing. You always made up nicknames for everyone like LD and you brought gifts to Chinese Christmas that will always be remembered.

I can’t remember a time when I seen you that you weren’t smiling. You have a left some amazing foot prints in all of us. It warms my heart to read all of the testimonial’s from people whom your life touched. They all talk about that infectious smile you displayed at all times.

You always enjoyed life to the fullest. I know we will see you through your daddy because you both have many of the same mannerisms. Just between you and I, I have encountered 3 golf balls in my home which is something that I never see :)

I know your here. I will always love you dearly and you will always hold a place in my heart.

Rest in peace Cuz……


Longest Home Run Ever


Brian’s 1994 Longest Home Run Ball Ever

On July 17, 1994, Brian hit his first and only home run as a baseball player in the 14 year old Pony All Star game in Pacifica, CA.

He wasn’t supposed to be playing in that game – for many reasons. He had not played organized baseball until age 12 when we moved to Foster City, CA. We got there too late for tryouts, so even though he was the oldest you can be to pley Little League, they made him play in the Minors. He got good, fast, but it was minors and the level of play and experience was far below Majors where his age would have normally placed him.

That meant that if he wanted to play a second year, it would be to move up to the Pony level for 13-14 year olds, most of whom would have been playing since T-Ball. I didn’t coach at the time, but followed Brian’s baseball for years to come. Later, I coached his brothers for ten years. In all that time, I never knew anyone to make the ‘leap’ from Little League Minors to Pony, totally skipping Majors.

He not only did it, but in his second year he became the 14 year old All Star team’s Coach Option pick. The guy running the team got to pick one kid from the league that none of the other managers selected. He chose Brian. Brian would not be a starter, but he was ecstatic to make the team.

In the first game of the tournament in Pacifica (foggy game right on the Pacific), the team played poorly. The coach was so unhappy with the effort that he told everyone that he’d be starting the bench guys in the game the next day.

Brian played well in the field, but his big moment came in his first at bat. He hit the ball far over he head of the outfielders. Seems that they thought the outfield and the space beyond was sufficient that they didn’t need a home run fence. It landed beyond the fielders and rolled forever as well until it went right over the cliff! I guess you could also say it was one of the longest inside the park home runs in history as well as it went over the cliff and kept going!

We didn’t win the tournament. But we did manage to find the ball from ‘down below’.

Share This Candle


Tammy Cervantes shared this inspirational Matt Frasers photo.

Share this candle in memory of someone in Heaven. Know that they are still with you only in a different way. You can speak to them at any time and they can always hear you. They are constantly sending you signs to say “Hello” from heaven and to let you know that they are forever with you. Can you feel them?

Keeping the Bond Alive


Posted May 12, 2014 to his Facebook page by Brian . . .

As Brian’s step-dad and webmaster of this memorial site, something about this story and the fact that Brian posted it to his Facebook page struck a chord. I hope that this website will be just one of the ways we can keep that bond alive with Brian, even with his passing.

Now – to the story about Capitan!

For the past 6 years, a dog named Capitán has slept on the grave of his owner every night. His owner, Miguel Guzmán died in 2006 and Capitán disappeared shortly after the family attended the funeral services. They searched everywhere and put out flyers to try and find him. But no one had seen him.

A week later, some people who were at the cemetery late one evening spotted Capitán laying on a grave and they contacted the grounds keeper at the cemetery. The cemetery notified the family who promptly came to pick him up and take him home. But each night he would cry and scratch frantically at the door to go out and he wouldn’t return home until morning. It was later discovered that Capitán would walk the 3 miles back to the cemetary each night to guard his master’s grave.

It has been nearly 7 years now. The cemetery does not close the gates until he arrives each night promptly at 6 pm. He sleeps there all night guarding the grave until the grounds keeper opens the gate in the morning. This is a true picture of Capitan above.