You made anything seem possible!
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You were working at a photographic studio preparing photos, cleaning them up making them ready for printing in a magazine. You showed me one that you did of an airbus and you were so proud of the work you did. This was long before photoshop. I hope you like the photo (I photoshopped you into a medicine buddha.)
First take one egg.
Carefully place the egg in the microwave.
Turn microwave onto high.
Then wait.
After about 3 minutes (and an bang) your egg surprise will be ready.
Now, it just needs to be scraped off the walls of the microwave and it is ready to serve.
Mmmm egg surpise!!!
Why not try some tonight?
(Brett... Even though we got into trouble over it, and even though the microwave never really smelt the same again,
I loved watching those eggs with you
as they rotated
around and around and got cracks
and got bigger then....
...exploded!!!,
Those moments are among the finest and funniest of my life. We actually did that, Brett. Over and over until we ran out of eggs. Ha! And THEY said we'd never amount to anything. )
... she said ...
"So.... there really IS a BRETT SULLIVAN?!!!"
She didn't believe any of the true stories I told about the adventures we had.....
it was so funny to see my shrink's eyes spin as her mind clicked over ....
"Oh my GOD, " She would have thought to herself... I thought he was delusional..... Surely these stories couldn't be true....."
Thankfully,
they were
I really miss you bra
Brett, doing one of the things I loved him for.... Being thigh slappingly funny.
I'm so happy that I met you.
my love goes with you...
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One of the things that Brett did always say, was "Have your go" pronounced: " avyagyo" (with a Lithuanian lilt on the avya and a Latvian soubcent on the gyo) When you were worried about something or not too confident. His dark brown eyes would sparkle and he would stare through you and say "avyagyo" He wasn't always right, but he had his go alright. Tim
Sorry, Steel Blue eyes of course...confusing him with my old man... Tim
Beautiful brown eyes, in an electric blue sense of the word brown.
I cannot stop my heart from bleeding,
Nor the tears flowing down my face.
The pain so deep is getting greater with everyday that we're apart.
You have taken my heart and soul , and with you they will remain.
Oh Baby, how I miss you, I will never be the same.
Brett was a special person. Yes he was the funniest man I have ever met, but it takes an acute sensibility to see it, an actor to deliver them and an amazing drive to keep going. Brett was a master of all three. He was not just a funny man and had many complex sides to him, which I may have glimpsed but only those really close (you could count them on one hand) to Brett could have known.<br /><br />
I remember the first time I met him in my apartment in at Gladesville in 1985. Bruce had brought this character around and after five minutes I was confused. Confused about whether to throw him out or laugh. I remember sliding sideways in his VW Beetle, the four of us screaming and hooting. That was the warm up for our trip to Wisemans Ferry. I remember poor old “Pizza Guts” (who is still in counseling no doubt) and other terrified, late night delivery drivers.<br /><br />
There did not appear to be any social situation he could not get himself into and out of.<br /><br />
One of his great passions was cooking. I have fond memories of Champagne and Orange juice at Brett & Debbie’s watching Rick Stein or Keith Floyd. Up Brett would jump in and launch himself upon the kitchen in a frenzy. He was a good cook but with all “creative’s” (says the man in the beige cardigan) there is risk. I found that risk one day and I have to say that fried Spaghetti and Vegemite is a taste I still have not acquired. Chris was even more astounded that it was possible for anyone to be able to cook and get food on the ceiling.<br /><br />
It is a cliché often poorly addressed, but in Brett’s case it rings true:<br /><br />
“He did not burn for long, but he shone brighter than any other star.”<br /><br />
I have not kept in touch for the last few years, for that I am sorry.<br /><br />
I am not sorry for the laughs, the fearlessness and passion for life Brett taught me.
My favourite memories are at Brett & Debbies in the flat in Lane Cove. We would drink champange and orange juice and watch Rick Stein or Floyd. Brett would get inspiration and cook up something from whatever was in the kitchen. He was the most creative and mostly it worked: I have to say the fried spagetti (not boiled) and vegemite was an acquired taste. As Pete says he was the most inventive man I have ever met. He could improvise the most hilarious comedy and work with others or just simply rant by himself for hours. It is an overused expression but Brett truly was one of the Bright Stars, he burned for a shorter time but none were brighter. Bye bye Mr Froosten McBro whisp whisp Mokey. (silent q)
Hi Tim... Nice to see you here. I didn't know he tried to fry spaghetti, but I am not surprised. Once Brett and I crashed a party. I didn't want to but Brett convinced me. We walked into a complete strangers New Years Eve party. Brett headed straight for their cupboard and took out some of their weetbix, and spread them with vegemite. We ate them in front of stunned geusts and then Brett said, "Now... Follow my lead" (Which I foolishly did) and he jumped fully clothed into these people's pool. They were bewildered. Then we got out and left to whispers of "Do you know those guys?" Stupid fun but amazing fun. I miss every second... P
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It just gets harder every day, I just don't know how I can live without you in my life, the pain is unbearable, you are my baby ( and always will be) I love you so much, My darling Brett, my heart is broken and it will never be fixed ever. Until we meet again I remain your loving Mother forever xxxxx
I wish i could just see u 1 more time,but even that wouldn't be enough.I'll always remember the stories u used 2 tell me and how u always made me feel special.
I love u more than words could say and you'll always be my superstar.
love u always and forever...your little sis charm xxx
I like the idea of having an Angel with electric blue eye who drinks Bourbon and is funnier than all the other Angels. That's my kind of Angel. P
My life is richer for knowing you. I could not imagine how tedious and mundane life would have been without having met you.
People are like tvs.
To me, most people are like black and white tv sets. But you were the first 3d colour set I saw.
Life was so much more interesting when viewed through those electric blue eyes.
See you when your bum cracks,
P
... I remember... the first day we met. we were on a youth group camp. ...you said...."I have got some lollies!!!........ Want some? " "Sure..." I said... "meet me tonight at midnight and we'll have some" Said Brett and so... that night, after each camp tents light went out We met .in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a freezing night... and we ate lollies under the stars and we laughed, and talked and laughed. That particular night we discussed the universe. What is at the end of the universe... we pondered? A wall? And beyond that? Who knows? For hours we chatted about life and the universe and sucked lollies and laughed. You were so kind and generous. The next day, we played frisbo (like frisbee but Brett and Pete spelled it Frisbo) And we karate punched pumkins and slid down golden sand banks and learned to play beatles songs form a 'beatles complete' book. Laughing, eating lollies, playing guitar, mentally exploring the universe and the very boundaries of our imaginations and more laughter.... That was within the first 24 hours of knowing Brett. What a special person. I feel soooo privileged to have met you, Dr. Flerken-Berster (If that is indeed your real name) I love you Mr. Berken- terstern-Berster the third, Mr Speaky Spoker, Mr Fluky buccoucan-tooster Sir floopy blooben-tooster (ED:I haven't gone mad, that actually means something to my dear friend, Mr Flibbity Berken-Terster (the Third) I just read that back to myself.... (I imagined other people reading it.... People who don't understand. People who don't care enough to try and understand. People that don't deserve to understand.) ..... and it actually sounds like the rantings of a lunatic. It makes no sense... and I am glad it doesn't. We had our own version of the universe. And we made it up. And it was heaps more colorful and heaps funnier than the real one. Thanks Brett, there will never be anyone like you we are all so very, very lucky... to have had you in our lives, I will always be a friend and a fan. Pete
xxx
p
Brett.... Thank You, Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You,Thank You
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...when you told me the story of your Mum...
...how she would make you 'eggs and soldiers'
...how much you liked them....
...and how when you had finished eating your boiled egg, your Mum would turn the empty boiled egg upside down, so it looked new and say "Didn't you eat your egg?
You told me that story maybe three or for times and each time you smiled as you recalled your Mum playing a trick on you.
I could see in your eyes that you loved that.
That she tricked you.
My life was funnier, more colorful,, more meaningful, more hilarious, more amazing, more spiritual more extraordinary... because of you.
Thank God that there was a Brett Michael Sullivan.
I wish you were here.
moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened n the infinite universe revealed n the soul is left to wander dazed n confused searching here n there for teachers n friends n family
Iligi milligis youligou soligo muliguch
u know what i mean
Dear Peter, You and Brett had your own language, you both tried to trick me, but I know exactly what you are saying. I miss you so much. Love betty
I miss having lemon juice squeezed in my eyes... when sleeping. I miss being hit over the head with the Santa sign... when sleeping. I miss your naughtiness, your laughter, our long conversations with a bourbon in our hands. I miss everything, I miss you, if only I could hold you in my arms.
Words cannot explain the empytiness and loneliness I have in my heart, there is nothing there. I need your strength, as Iam finding it hard to go on.
The pain inside is so great, but we have our beautiful children so for them I must be strong. I see you in Vaughan and Jasmine everyday and that gives me the only reason and the strength to continue on. They are so strong like you, you would be so proud of them.
My heart is broken and will never be mended and my soul ripped out, my world I live in will never be the same, without you in it.
Until we met again, my Baby, remember you are always forever, in our hearts.
TO UNCLE BRETT I LOVE U TO THE MOON AND BACK EVRN MORE THAN THAT I LOVE U THROUGH THE UNIVERSE AND BACK AND EVEN MORE I WILL MISS U FOR EVER R I P UNCLE BRETT XOXOXOXOX XXXXXX OOOOOO LOVE JORDAN I LOVE U LOTS
i never wish u'd died i miss u.I was gonna try to see you but now your gone i love u and will never forget about you never ever ever.love lots savannah<3xXxoOo
Hello, savannah It's Bretts mother here . Brett always talked to me about your father, Nathan and how much he loved him and he told me you are beautiful. Hope we can be together soon MUCH LOVE BETTY
you got the seat to early my friend.
We'll always remember you.
The Driessen family
This is from the funeral service of another extraordinary Australian talent, Michael Hutchence. (Michael was lucky enough to have met Brett)
Anyway... here is the poem...
"The following is a saying from the indigenous people of the world. You have noticed that everything a man does is in a circle and that is because the power of the world always works in circles and everything tries to be round. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are the stars.
The wind in its greatest power whirls. Birds make nests in circles for theirs is the same religion as ours. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childbirth and so it is in everything where power moves."
Indian Prayer Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die. Author Unknown
And I loved laughing with you. I remember sometimes you would actually wait until I had just taken a sip of a drink, then you would deliver the punchline at the perfect moment to make me laugh and spray milk or beer. We laughed until we cried. Sometimes, after spending a day laughing with you, I would be lying in my bed and remember some of the funny things you said or did or a facial expression you pulled and I would literally be convulsing with hysterical laughter. Literally, we laughed until we cried. So many times. I swear to God, Brett, if someone offered me all gold in the world in exchange for those memories...... I wouldn't sell them. I'd be tempted.... But, I wouldn't sell any of 'em. p
Miss you,
pete
I remember when you requested this song for me on the radio, we were only fifteen then, it was our song. I cried then and Iam still crying now. How true this song was for us. I love you and I will keep this song in my heart forever.
Love you Baby, from your loving wife Debbie xxxx
Oh so long for this night I prayed
That a star would guide you my way
To share with me this special day
Where a ribbon's in the sky for our love.
If allowed may I touch your hand
And if pleased may I once again.
So that you too will understand
There's a ribbon in the sky for our love
This is not a coincidence
And far more than a lucky chance
But what is that was always mean't
Is our ribbon in the sky for our love
We can't lose with God on our side
We'll find the strength in each tear we cry
From now on it will be you and I
And our ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
There's a ribbon in the sky for our love.
Stevie Wonder
so lovely
What can we say? I can remember your first steps….so many memories.
Uncle Gary and I can look back now and laugh at your antics. I remember you running away and hiding on the toilet block. I think you loved to see me cry.
You have always been a part of our lives.
Your time in Queensland was definitely interesting. We remember going to visit you, Debbie, Vaughan and Jasmine in Livermore St. Walking down the side, we saw your computer go out a window and land on the path in pieces. We turned around and decided it’s not a good time to visit.
You certainly had a creative flair which showed in the houses you renovated. We will miss your late night calls when we would discuss family and travel.
You will definitely live on through your beautiful children Vaughan and Jasmine.
You were so lucky to have such a loving and beautiful wife as Debbie. We would quite often discuss how much she loved you.
Brett, there is no doubt you lived a great life, finding love with Debbie and having two beautiful children. You travelled extensively overseas and found joy in life.
Brett, you are sadly missed. Your memories will remain with us forever.
we think of our memories and will never forget you.
12 days on koh samui and for always in our harts.
we will never forget you, we sent our strengths by hart to debbie and the kids.
how much did we want to see you again and how empty it feels that we never can now. i know that we meet again some day till then big man.
love you for always.
jeroen marve niels sven mowi and the girls.
pete
14 years ago(ED: I never did call you Bra. To me you wre always Brett . However; you did mention once (when we were about 15) that 'Bra' was a nickname that Kevin Sullivan used to use with you. I remember the way you answered, when I asked you if you liked 'Bra' as a nickname; you gave me a look that said "I am not too keen on the nickname "Bra" , ...................but I love it because it came from Kevin.")