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.
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.
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 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?