The term “gentle soul” is an apt description of Brad Kingland Sharrow, who died on July 7th, 2021 at the age of 69 in the Respite House in Colchester.
Brad hung his hat in a couple of different places: California, Cape Cod, and the place he always considered his home, Calm Cove in Malletts Bay, Vt.
He is raised by his sister Stacey Sharrow from Milton, Vt. survived; a niece, Lindsey Brigante of Fairfax, Vt .; Nephews Nicholas and Jake Brigante of Massachusetts; and cousins Jerry Sharrow from New York, Maureen Bates from South Carolina, and Kevin Sharrow from Florida.
He died before his parents Brad and Eleanor Sharrow; Sister Terry Sharrow; Brother Brian Sharrow; and cousins Dennis and Jody Sharrow.
Brad was born in Burlington in 1951. As a teenager, he loved swimming, boating, and fishing on Lake Champlain. He attended Burlington High School as Colchester did not have a high school at the time. He later worked as a carpenter and mason tender.
Brad was a sociable man with many friends at St. Joseph’s in Burlington, where he lived for years. Amy, RSC at St. Joe’s, organized activities that kept Brad happy and busy forever. He loved working in the garden. He spent countless hours with his “lovely assistant” Natasha. They laughed and quarreled like an old married couple. She accompanied him to various appointments, including long hours in the hospital for radiation and chemotherapy, and always kept him happy. To Brad, the people in St. Joe’s were family. From the staff to the residents, Brad loved them all.
Brad and Steve Ferland were special friends from childhood who stayed in touch over the years. Judy Simon took Brad on trips and was there until the end. He had many dear friends at AA, where they fought the good fight together. He also attended TBI support groups when he thought of going there. His humor will all be lacking. He was a prankster all through his difficult journey.
Brad enjoyed the simple things in life, his favorite hobbies being woodwork and fishing. His only wish was to go fishing one last time. Everyone who remembers Brad is asked to celebrate their life their own way. A quiet day of fishing would be appropriate. Brad went into the universe to pass his days. May he always have a tight line.