Donald Sharkey
In 20 years of running restaurants I had the pleasure of working alongside some really great people and Brandon was at the top of that list. Brandon was someone who everyone loved being around and he could talk with anyone about everything, as a film school grad and sports nut myself, we talked about old Hollywood and sports. Brandon was in a time of depression once so I grabbed his phone and told him to dial up his father. When his father answered I introduced myself and said “Brandon is depressed. What can I do to cheer him up?” The response I got was “Take him to a ball game.” I scheduled us off the next Sunday and we spent the day at Fenway Park. I quit drinking 17 years ago, and although I know Brandon wanted to wash down a Fenway Frank with a tall cold Budweiser (reference to Will Ferrell as Harry Carey that he would appreciate) he didn’t want to jeopardize my sobriety. There’s an over age 30 men’s basketball league that I got him to play in for awhile as well and he had an underrated jump shot. These last seven years I would only hear from him during basketball playoffs and we would text back and forth for a few weeks and then I wouldn’t hear from him again until the next June. The last time we texted he talked about our day in Boston and how he still couldn’t believe that I would call his dad like that. I spent months recruiting him to come work with us and it was one the best things that I ever did in twenty years. I can’t believe I’m not going to talk with him again. I’m so sorry for this loss. Brandon was truly special and I will never forget the hours that I was blessed to share with him.

