Burton S. Brockett
1932 - 2020
BORN
1932
DIED
2020
In memory of Burton S. Brockett.
Published by San Diego Union-Tribune on Dec. 4, 2021.
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It has been 1 year since you left. I miss you everyday. I listen to the voice-mail in my phone to hear your voice. I know you having fun with Grandma and Grandpa B. Love you lots.
Karen Brokamp daughter
December 1, 2021
I remember Burt with much fondness.

Barry Greene
Barry Greene
Neighbor
April 22, 2021
Dad I will always have great memories of us doing thing together from the first time you taught me how to fly fish to the time you helped me make that headless horsemen costume for my horse show. I miss so much. love you and we will see each other again some day.
love you,
Karen Brokamp
Karen Brokamp
Daughter
December 15, 2020
We are so sorry. We truly loved Burt. He is one of those few people that you find in this life that reminds you that life is a wonderful gift and the world is a beautiful place. We will miss his joy and his wry grin. We love you all very much. Scott says he is sure he still has a few scars from him clawing me to get to the watermelon during the epic watermelon football game, but we will also always carry the love and special sweetness he showed us.
Carolyn, Scott and Marla
Friend
December 13, 2020
To the greatest Papa in the world: I will miss you more than I know how to say. I always knew your absence would be greatly felt, but I was not ready for how much I have already missed you since you left yesterday and I was not ready for it to be this early. I am so glad I was able to be here and that you were able to come home from the hospital for the last few days because I got to see your smile one last time.
I will miss so much about you. Your silly mannerisms, your brilliant smile, the distinct way you carried yourself and the feather always tucked into your long white ponytail, all of your drums and rainsticks and knickknacks that fascinated me as a child, your endless compassion, the way you told us kids to “stop Mickey moosin’ around” whenever we were acting up, and your insistence on talking to and getting to know everyone you passed. I am grateful for every memory I have of and with you. Grateful that you played a huge role in raising me. Grateful for your love of gardening and cooking and for the times I would be over and you’d teach me the names of every herb you plucked from your garden to make us another amazing meal. Grateful that you took me to McDonalds every single day after you’d pick me up from school because I asked and you would never say no. Grateful that you got us endless veggie sticks from Trader Joes (the only ones I like now) and Orange Cream Soda and would get on the floor with me and eat them with me while we watched Fly Away Home for the 100000th time. Grateful for you bringing life to every family holiday meal—notably winning the “who wore Cyndi’s giant sunglasses best” award at Easter brunch a few years back. Grateful for our family trip to Canada and seeing you walk every beach with your pocket knife, plucking and shucking raw oysters from the rocks and downing them right there (ick). Grateful for your absurd dedication to working out until you literally could no longer stand, training for triathlons way past when you had any business doing it and completing it. And extremely grateful that, for every sporting event of my childhood that I can remember participating in, you were right there. And you didn’t do it to be nice—you just cared that much.
You can’t teach the kind of warmth or selflessness that my Papa displayed every single day. I will live every moment trying to be half as good though. Thank you for everything, you will always be with me.
~12.01.2020~ Rest easy Papa, you fought hard.
P.S. You’ll just have to watch me run Boston from the sky now
Kelli
Grandchild
December 6, 2020
Cyndi
Daughter
December 6, 2020
Cyndi
Daughter
December 6, 2020
Cyndi
Daughter
December 6, 2020
There was no kinder soul on this planet, BURTON BROCKETT, my kids Pappa, my Pappa and everyone’s Pappa, passed this week and I know he is wearing his Jackson Jersey, and watching over Kelli as she rides or runs from above...he loved being with us all, we were so blessed and loved being with him at every event, practice,and game...and this man could prepare a meal with such fanfare and grace, I will miss the first triathalon he did, the times he played the banjo, the elegant holiday menus, his presence at each and every kids event and game, his smirks and noises, donning his chef ensemble creating menus at so many real estate caravans when they were allowed before COVID, his constant support. His brooks brothers suits and short conservative hair all his working years, and then in retirement, his Sean Connery ponytail...with feathers. To those who knew him, he was always the sharpest dresser in the room, and he knew how to make everyone forget that because he was also the kindest person in the room. Miss you Pappa
CYNDI STETSON
Daughter
December 6, 2020
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