A Great Dream

I had a beautiful dream about Brian last night. We were writing poetry - and randomly passing each other on staircases. In Brian's poem, someone's eyes were like Crown Royal. I guess you know who you are!

Brian told me (as he often did) to forget my little problems and work on my writing. He said to tie ribbons around my words. I will, bro.

Giving thanks.
Anna

Seasonal Thought

I turned 39 yesterday. This was the first birthday I've had since I was 1 where Brian hasn't been here to tell me how I "look" or "smell" or to try take my new toys. This is also the time of year where we traditionally give thanks. Family, friends, health, and even things like food on our table and a roof over our heads are things that make us humble. We also remember those people who have gone before us.

I think I can speak for everyone here that we are are thankful for knowing Brian--I know I am.

The best part about this holiday is we come together with friends and family. For those making the journey back to Central Ohio this week--welcome home, and bring a coat. We have had some requests for this information and are happy to share it. If you would like to visit Brian he is resting at:

Resurrection Cemetary, 9571 N High St.
Garden of Resurrection Section, lot #509
By Station 8 across from the bell tower

For all the thoughts, prayers, cards, stories, e-mails, and hugs all I can say, for the entire Casey family is--

Thank You.

Mike

Columbus and Brian

Can anyone be of help? I will be visiting Columbus and would like to have the opportunity to visit a site--if there is one--of Brian's burial. I welcome any information about possible sites where I might pay my respect to Mr. Casey.

Thanks in advance.

Sara Wookey
Los Angeles

A Coupon From Brian

This is a "coupon" that Brian sent out to numerous friends and fellow musicians via MySpace earlier this year. I laughed when I received it, thinking it was a great idea and a typical "Brian" thing to do (though I don't know if the word "typical" could ever be used to describe him).

Though it didn't seem like he would have needed an excuse or reason to write even more music - among the many other adjectives that could be used to describe Brian, "prolific" was definitely one. There were hundreds of pieces that were written for and performed by Honk Wail & Moan and many other groups over the years, as well as I'm sure hundreds more that were never heard, but are buried somewhere in file cabinets, hidden in stacks of manuscript paper, and digitized on the hard drive of his laptop, waiting to be discovered.

And I'm sure there were many more potential masterpieces that were never fully realized, or even written down at all. Brian struck me as the kind of person who had so many ideas running around in his head that it was an endless, impossible struggle to get them all out where anyone else could see them. He created so much in his lifetime, but I know there would have been so much more to come - we only saw (or heard) the proverbial tip of the iceberg.

Hopefully, in the weeks, months and years ahead, we'll continue to discover more of his musical creations that are new to our eyes and ears. In the meantime, redeeming his coupon will sadly have to be included in the "I always meant to..." chapter of my autobiography - at least in this lifetime.

Wishing Brian were here

I still have not found the right words to place here that will represent the loss I feel from Brian's passing. Someday...
But, for now a quick insert in that I wish Brian were here to witness the election of Barack Obama. I know Brian was passionate about the political sphere and, I think, would breathe a sigh of relief with us now. Perhaps, somewhere, he is.

Ah.....