Bradley Paul Smith

Bradley Smith, aged 66, of Falmouth, MA passed away on October 14, 2025 with his family by his side. Brad was born on August 3, 1959 in Newport, VT to Beverly and Kermit Smith. He is lovingly remembered by his wife, Fran, their daughter, Lauren (Harry) and his granddaughter, Evie , as well his father Kermit (Gloria) and his three brothers, Brian, Bill(Terri) and David (Tammi). He was predeceased by his mother, Beverly. A celebration of life will take place at a future date in Falmouth, MA and his home of many years, Newport, VT. A tribute from his brother Bill follows;

A Tribute to My Brother

You know, it's hard to find the right words when you're talking about someone who's been part of your life for so long. My brother… he's been my friend, my teammate in life, and honestly, one of the best men I've ever known.

From the time we were kids, he had this mix of quiet confidence and determination that just drew people to him. He was a natural athlete - an all-state , all American goalie in soccer and outstanding goalie for four years in hockey. Two State championships in soccer. He was fearless in that net - he'd take a shot right to the chest, pop back up, and grin like it was nothing. But it wasn't just skill - it was heart. He gave everything he had to his team, and that kind of drive carried through the rest of his life.

After high school and four years at Lyndon State, he didn't chase fame or fortune - he chose something maybe even more meaningful. He spent most of his adult life cooking in an assisted living facility. Now, that's not an easy job, but it fit him perfectly. He had this way of caring for people without making a big deal about it. The folks there weren't just "residents" to him - they were family. He showed up for them every day with kindness, patience, and a good sense of humor.

And when he wasn't working, he was out on the fields and diamonds again - this time as a referee and an umpire. He loved the games too much to stay away. But more than that, he loved helping others enjoy them. He kept things fair, he kept things fun, and if you ever saw him out there, you know he always had that calm, steady presence - unless someone tried to argue a call, of course. Then you might've seen that famous "don't push your luck" look he had.

But of all the roles he played in life - and there were many - the ones that meant the most to him were husband, father, and grandfather. He loved his wife deeply, and his daughter was his pride and joy. And when that granddaughter came along - well, that was it. She absolutely had his heart. The way he lit up when he talked about her, it said everything.

These last months have been hard. Cancer is cruel, and it's taken too much from too many good people. But even in the middle of all that, he never lost his sense of humor, his courage, or that steady way he had of making everyone else feel okay - even when he was the one in pain.

What I'll remember most is how he made people feel. He didn't need the spotlight, didn't need attention - he just showed up, did the right thing, and made life a little better for the people around him.

He leaves behind a lot of love, a lot of laughter, and a lot of great stories. We'll keep telling them - about the goalie who could stop anything, the cook who cared for everyone, the umpire who always called it straight, and the man who gave his family everything he had.

He fought the good fight. And now he can finally rest.

We'll miss him every day – but we'll carry him with us, in stories, in the laughs, and in the love he left behind.