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RIP Bradley James Thomson

11/4/2019

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In the middle of the night on September 2, 2019, my telephone rang. My daughter Kim was crying so hard I could barely understand her. She was calling to tell me her father (my first husband) had sustained a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital by paramedics. Hours later we learned that Brad never regained consciousness. He was only sixty-eight years old when he died.
   During the next several weeks, our family deeply grieved this tragedy. Watching my daughters suffer was excruciating. I poured every ounce of energy into helping them cope with their loss. On October 26th, a celebration of life event was held to honor Brad. I wasn’t invited to the gathering but I traveled to Southern California to support Kim and Kristy during one of the most difficult days of their lives. 
   Afterward, my family returned to Gaye (Brad’s sister) and Camille’s home where I was staying. I listened as people shared bits and pieces about the event. Jenny Castro, one of Kim’s friends who attended the memorial, joined us. Jenny was a mainstay at my home when she and Kim were in high school; I enjoyed catching up with her. She has grown into a beautiful woman, wife, and mother. Once card games began and devices had been turned on, Jenny sidled up next to me and asked, “How are you holding up, Berta?” 
   I gave her a long hug and assured her I was fine. She leaned forward and said, “We missed you today. Brad’s death affected you, too. I want to make sure you’re okay.” I choked back tears. Jenny’s heartfelt words unleashed a torrent of emotions inside of me. Although my romantic love for Brad had ended long ago, his death did impact me. How could it not? Our ten years as a couple isn’t erased by divorce or time. Those early days shaped my life.
   I met Brad when I was seventeen. He was a tall, handsome man; my first love. Two years older than me, he had a job working in a pizza parlor making $5 an hour (a heafty wage). I enjoyed watching him toss the dough high in the air with such confidence. He trusted me to drive his powerful GTO car. He took me out to eat at nice restaurants. We visited Lake Isabella where our friend Royce lived. Floating down the rapids was dangerously fun. We camped and water skied at Lake Havasu and Bass Lake. He taught me how to snow ski on June Mountain. We traveled to Park City, Tahoe, and Mammoth Mountain with friends for winter getaways. We took a road trip to Canada in our van to visit his relatives, stopping along the way to tour Yellowstone. We bowled in a Kaiser league together. He was in the delivery room when our girls were born.
    Brad loved playing card games—especially canasta. He was the happiest sitting in his special chair in a room filled with people he cared about. If a sports game was on TV, all the better. He liked warm jelly donuts, chips with onion dip, and soda. When my friend Debbi was in college, she asked if she could borrow Brad to pose as her date for one night to make her boyfriend jealous (it worked!). Brad and my brother, Rob, drove to Missouri where I attended college. Their visit meant so much to a lonely girl away from home for the first time. The two of them have remained close friends.
   I was only twenty when Brad and I married. After honeymooning in San Francisco, we settled into a home in Bellflower. We had one baby, and then another. We tried our best to make things work but we grew apart when the pressures of life collided. We never developed the partnership couples need to succeed. We approached managing the day-to-day grind differently, and we struggled balancing our work schedules with raising a family. Ultimately, we decided we were much happier living apart. My granddaughter, Collette, captured our relationship perfectly years later when she told me, “Mimi, There's no way I can picture you and Grandpa Brad as a couple. The two of you are so different!” Out of the mouths of babes flows the truth.
   For the most part, Brad and I had an amicable divorce. Both of us moved on to find our soulmates, savoring long, happy second marriages. We did our best to co-parent through the years, and judging by our two amazing daughters, we did a terrific job.
   The last time I spoke with Brad was this past June at a pool party to celebrate our grandson’s graduation from sixth grade. We had the best conversation. I thanked him for attending Camden’s games and for joining Kim on road trips with Cam’s travel ball team–especially Cooperstown. I told him how much his granddaughters enjoyed his visit to Northern California last April where he saw Collette compete in a speech competition, and Sierra play basketball. He loved his grandchildren and planned on spending more time with them now that he was retired. I feel such sadness knowing he won’t be here to watch them flourish. 
   Jenny Castro unnerved me with her loving words and kind demeanor the day of Brad's memorial. Her gentle probing allowed me to open up and share my thoughts and memories rather then keeping them bottled up inside. For that, she has my gratitude. We’ll miss you, Bradley James Thomson. You gave it your all. Now, rest in peace.

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Carolyn Tornero Garayalde
11/4/2019 06:06:30 pm

Wow. What a thoughtful way to pay respects. You’ve always been thoughtful. I still recall our time in PAlm Springs.

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Roberta
11/5/2019 10:51:44 am

Thank you, Carolyn. It's been a difficiult time. Your comment about Palm Springs did make me smile, however. What a fun night we had!

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Christina Carr
11/4/2019 06:58:12 pm

A beautiful tribute to the father of your girls. I’m very sorry for your loss. He was far too young to be taken from his family.

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Roberta
11/5/2019 10:52:44 am

Thanks, Christina. Andy and I sure enjoyed your visit. We need more of them!

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Nancy Gornowicz
11/4/2019 07:31:00 pm

So glad your trip brought you to this loving tribute to the father of your daughters. HUGS!

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Roberta
11/5/2019 10:53:46 am

Thanks, Nancy. Getting my feelings out felt good! Enjoy your travels.

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Kathy Garrett
11/4/2019 09:04:41 pm

I felt a loss when Brad passed as well. Mostly because I know how Kim felt about him (and I know the heartache that comes with that love) but also because he was apart of my growing up. A happy guy...that always supported his kids and even better my nephew! Thanks for sharing Berta! Love to all the family.

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Roberta
11/5/2019 10:57:08 am

Thanks for your comments, Kathy. Brad did make a lasting impression! Kim is so broken-hearted. It's gonna take a long time for her to recover. She and Pops were so close. We found other younger pictures of Brad where he looks a lot like Cam. So, his spirit lives on in his grandson. Be well!

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cheryl mccrite
11/5/2019 04:27:49 am

Wow...just Wow! Wonderful heartfelt feelings Roberta and you gave me something the ponder this early morning.....
Lots of memories as I remember Bob and Brad visiting us in Topeka and staying at Mom's.

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Roberta
11/5/2019 11:00:06 am

Thanks, Cheryl. I still crack up when I think of Brad's reaction when he saw your mom without her wig :-). Your recent trip looked lovely! We had to cancel our 28-day cruise cause Andy fell while fishing in Alaska. He's better now, but we're sticking close to home for now. At least I get to travel through you!

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Linda
11/5/2019 08:27:23 am

Roberta, that was simply beautiful. I am sorry for your loss as well as your daughters loss. What a wonderful tribute

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Roberta
11/5/2019 11:01:15 am

Thanks, Linda. I hope you're doing okay. Hugs...

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Karen Boyce
11/5/2019 08:38:01 am

Oh Berta! What kind and loving thoughts about Brad. The way you expressed your feelings, I can picture every moment you’re sharing. I love you and pray that you and the girls are healing and taking care of yourselves. And that Brad’s wife and son and daughter are doing the same. I love you girl and pray for you and your family often. Thank you for sharing these precious memories. The trip to Missouri is one I will always hold dear to my heart. That’s when I lost my college buddy to Brad! Lol. I love you my friend!

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Roberta
11/5/2019 11:02:35 am

Thanks, KK. Just remember... what happened in Missouri stays in Missouri :-) Our secret!

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Karen
11/5/2019 02:43:19 pm

Shhhhh! 😂😂😂

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Carolyn McManus
11/5/2019 04:18:25 pm

What a great way to use your writing skills. The gals will treasure this memory forever.... Loving Kay

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Janet Mills
11/5/2019 06:31:04 pm

Always the classiest of acts Roberta. Very thoughtful remembrance. I loved learning more about Brad and your early years. So glad you came together to create your two lovely girls.

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Robert Ostash
11/6/2019 08:05:00 am

Hi Rob - I just read your posting about Brad. All I can say is "wow" what a written masterpiece. You are truly a kind and special person. Karen's and my best to you and your family.....Hope to visit again with you sometime soon.....

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Debbi Kightlinger
11/6/2019 09:18:34 am

Roberta, This is such a beautiful tribute to Brad. This is the eulogy that you didn’t get to deliver at the service. It Expresses all the very best that you and Brad shared together. Those early years were filled with so much fun and laughter and bright hopes for the future. You and Brad were blessed to have produced two such beautiful daughters together. You were always the models of coparenting that so many divorced couples aspire to yet never achieve. Brad’s sudden passing is a tremendous loss to your family. My heart grieves for your girls and those sweet grandchildren. Thankfully they are old enough to have those precious memories of him. Thank you so much for writing this beautiful tribute and sharing your feelings. Every word is heartfelt. 💖

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