Brett Hammond Obituary

This past year has flown by. It's sweet to see Brett's cute face pop up in memory reminder. I'm sorry I missed the memorial last year. A lot was going on!
Hoping that his beautiful family is doing well and living life to the fullest.
All the best,
Wanda Jane Rosenlund

It strikes me as I read Brett´s obit that if you didn´t know him and your eyes passed over the photo of his face, you´d pull up short and admire an epic "stache", an amazing head of white hair, and playful eyes. But the casual reader would not feel the deep grief and true joy I feel when I see that picture. I knew the Brett I knew, and all those who knew him had a unique and special relationship with him. Brett had an easiness about him that drew people to him. Thinking about that quality, I believe it stemmed from the fact that he was respectful, truly interested in learning from and about those he knew, and he exuded a joyfulness that was contagious. His light shone brightly, but also in such a way as to comfort those around him - he had and will always have a unique soul. I believe Creator lays out our path for us from start to finish, and if you see and walk it properly, you prosper. Brett was prosperous in so many ways - he embraced the path Creator laid before him and ran with it. I´m happy he set such a good example for all of us - even old dogs like me can learn from Brett. I take comfort from his example, but Brett´s walking on was unexpected and devastating. He leaves such a void. A distinct absence has entered my life - I´m sure all who knew him feel it. But my grief can´t hit more deeply than it does for his wife and daughters. I send up prayers for his family. But beware - there are three Hammond girls loose on the earth! Brett and Reba marked their daughters with strength, determination, wicked quick intelligence, and passion. Because of that, Brett will be here for a long time to come. Needless to say, Brett was simply one of the good ones. He gave his energy to others naturally and seemingly as easy as the sun rises. He lifted up those he met because it was his nature. His love for his family, for the place of his birth, his home and the distant horizon in every direction was as large as his personality. October sunshine and the smell of a Nevada fall will now always remind me of Brett. I smile when I think of our childhood motorcycle rides, and weep at having the honor of joining his family in seeing him off to his next adventure. I choose to smile and embrace the gifts he gave me which I understand seemingly for the first time as I write these words. Thank you, Brett. Love you buddy. Sorry (not really) that I woke you up by blasting AC/DC and handing you a cold beer at 6 a.m. after only two hours of sleep to start our day at Barrett-Jackson. You laughed and jumped right in with both feet not missing a beat that day and many others. I must have known better than to play Springsteen. Godspeed my brother.

Brett was the best storyteller. He could yarn a tail and put you right in the middle of it making one laugh, gasp and jump. I always smile when I remember you. I look forward to the next story. See you on the other side my Friend.

Much love for Uncle Bretty

Brett was the only guy who ever invited me over to his house, as teenagers. lol
We both loved to draw. When I first met him,
I mentioned that I had attended grade school in Owyhee, he promptly gifted me several cartoons featuring Natives wearing feathers and head bands. He always called me Wanders.
Grateful to have known Brett and he's held very dear in precious memories from time of youth.
I'm so glad you lived a full life, Brett. May your spirit continue to roam the wilds of Nevada and that your beloved family finds peace and gratitude, in all that was.

R.I.P. cousin, I'm going to miss you!