Thursday, March 12 was a day like any other. People went about their lives.The sun was shining. The earth continued to spin on its axis. But I didn’t notice those things. The only thing I remember is that on that particular day, Brett Majorowicz died in the early hours of the morning.
On Wednesday, I went to see him one last time. I told him about the state of the world. I told him that I loved him and I would miss him. I sat with him for about an hour. I soaked up the last bit of his company that I’ll ever have the privilege to share with him. I believe he was listening quietly, as he always has.
Brett was a warrior till the very end. He fought relentlessly for all of us. He deeply understood the need for community and for our human rights. His concerns were first and foremost the well-being of those around him. He was always busy with some project or another and it seemed to always be in the service of a friend or neighbor. In the end, I think he took better care of us than he did himself.
Brett struggled in life. He struggled to be healthy. He struggled to get by. He struggled with anger at the unfairness and inequity of the world.
Brett believed that the end is the end. He didn’t believe in an afterlife or reincarnation. For his sake, I hope that it’s true. I hope his struggle is finally over for good.
When I think of Brett I will always remember his love of books, music, and the arts. He had a thirst for the written word that I have never seen before. He always had a quotation and some profound wisdom for any conversation. But at the same time he was deeply humble and knew when people just needed companionable silence. People like him seem few and far between. I feel lucky to have known him and to call him my friend.
Brett, I will love you and miss you forever and I promise to keep fighting for you. Rest in power.
— Katrina, Harrisburg