Wednesday, July 15, 2015
I first met Brian when I took over a mortgage office in Columbia, SC. He stopped in to make sure he would still have our business and we soon became hard and fast friends. As we told each other, great minds think alike and since we both foolishly believed we each had great minds a 25 year friendship was formed.
When I met Brian he repeatedly told me how proud he was of his children Glynna and Ian. This continued every time I saw him in some little way or another he would always bring them in the conversation. He also confessed to me many times he wished he had tried harder to save his marriage with Louann.
At the time I was single, with no kids, but now that I have four of my own I truly understand the source of his pride. HE loved you BOTH. DEARLY.
Although he sometimes may have had trouble showing it.
And he WAS EXTREMELY PROUD OF YOU!
Brian was a slightly troubled soul, (but who isn't in one way or another) cynical but honest, (with love in his heart always) sarcastic, but with a strong sense of humor, giving, caring, and loyal to a fault.
His business philosophy (and life, really) was summed up in four words. "IT'S A NUMBERS GAME" One year for his birthday I gave him an engraved coffee mug with those words engraved on a brass plaque. I know he treasured it, for he kept it for many years afterwards .As someone who has suffered FOUR heart attacks I now know that he was right. All of life is a numbers game. Internalize that thought and I promise you it will give you peace throughout your remaining years
Brian was a HORRIBLE golfer, but he loved the game, and the experience of being out there on the course with friends. He would hit bad shot after bad shot (duck hook, top it, slice into the woods, finally get in the trap around the green only to hit it over the green into another trap or a nearby water hazard) then finally get on the green, have a one foot putt to save an 11, and miss the damn putt. Not once did I ever see him get angry. He would laugh after each bad shot as if it was someone else doing all that, get back up and try again. The expression "you have to walk to your ball now buddy because after that shot, you don't deserve to ride" was created FOR BRIAN, my dearest friend.
My alma mater, Erskine College hosts an annual golf tournament and one year when it was still at Chester CC in Chester, SC, the president of the college would come around with a photographer and pose for pictures with your foursome. We were on a par three tee box when he arrived. 155 yards, uphill shot, and this hole had a closest to the pin award attached to it. There were about 125 golfers in the field. Brian tees it up with the President of Erskine watching, and true to (his) form hits one of the worst shots I ever saw him hit. The ball never left the ground, although it was tracking at the hole. ( A true "WORM BURNER" for you golfers out there) The ball eventually comes to rest two feet from the hole, and we found out at the awards ceremony at the end of the day, HE WON!!! If memory serves me correctly, he won a very expensive putter. This putter did very little to help his game as he was a terrible putter, but at least he had top of the line equipment to miss one foot putts with after that!
For his friends and family, know that he loved you, but had trouble expressing love, never stopped thinking about you, and you were always in his thoughts. ALL OF YOU.
I loved him dearly. I will miss him greatly. I wish all of you, his friends and family peace, love, and what little bit of comfort I can offer by letting you know that he was DEEPLY loved by many people.
I will miss you Brian Charles Reeve. You gave me love. You gave me friendship. You gave me comfort when i was down, and you bought me fresh squeezed vodka and OJ at Monterrey Jacks in Five Points when no one else would. You were a true friend, and I will miss you more than mere words can ever express.
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