Brandon Tyler Beshada came into this world on Sunday, March 21, 1982 at 6:08 pm weighing 8 lbs and measuring 21 inches.  He instantly became the pride and joy of his mom Sandy. 

BRANDON TYLER BESHADA

is and will forever be

LOVING SON OF SANDY BESHADA

LOVED LIKE A SON BY FREDDIE ROWETT

GRANDSON OF IRENE BESHADA AND LEO AND JANET BESHADA

NEPHEW OF LEO AND TERRY BESHADA, LEO AND SHERYL La BARGE, ALBERT AND SUZIE BESHADA, DANIEL BESHADA

COUSIN OF JASON BESHADA, JESSICA BESHADA, GABRIELLE BESHADA, BREE BESHADA, MEG IRENE BESHADA

LOVING GOD-FATHER OF GABRIELLE BESHADA

THE 'ONE' THAT HAS A SPECIAL PLACE IN THE HEART OF JESSICA ROWE 

DEVOTED FRIEND OF SO MANY

BEST FRIEND OF MOM

FOREVER LOVED AND SADLY MISSED BY ALL

NAME: Brandon Tyler Beshada (photo at 6 months of age)

BORN: March 21, 1982
DAY: Sunday

TIME: 6:08pm
WEIGHT: 8 pounds
LENGTH: 21 inches long
HAIR: Dark Brown

WHERE: Newton, NJ

GREW UP:  in Newton, NJ until age 6, moved to Florida for a very short time, resided in Virginia for 14 years and then when he was 20 he returned to NJ, after 2 years in the military, where he resided until he was 24. He moved back home to Virginia to live with me while waiting for the approval for his surgery. He passed at home in his sleep 10 days after his 25^th Birthday.

My precious Brandon was born on Sunday, the Lord's Day and I took him home with me from the hospital on a Thursday. Brandon received his Angel Wings on Sunday, the Lord's Day and I saw him for the very last time and said good-bye at his service which was on a Thursday - some tell me that it has special meaning but I don't know.

Brandon was very eager to arrive - he was 10 days early and came after just 90 minutes of natural labor. My labor had to be induced because my water broke at 6 am but otherwise I had a very easy pregnancy. I was young, just 19 when I had him, and single, but I wanted him so and couldn't wait for him to get here.  After I delivered the nurses kept telling me to get back to my room and rest but I couldn't break myself away from the nursery window. I longed for the feeding times that could not come soon enough. I couldn't wait to get him home so I could hug and kiss him whenever I wanted. I finally got to take him home on Thursday, March 24th. (not the in and out of the hospital like today). Brandon's hearty appetite started early (and intensified with age) as they had to bring me two bottles in the hospital at feeding time. I had to start him on cereal at a very early age to satisfy his hunger. Brandon had big hands and big feet as a baby (he was born with a size 1 foot) and the nurses at the Dr's office would say he was all hands and feet. He grew like crazy but had these little skinny chicken legs for the longest time.  They finally filled out but still seemed lost in comparison to his size 13 foot. Boy did those feet get in the way when trying to teach him to drive my little clutch car. We would jerk forward every time he went to shift because his foot was so big it hit the brake as well when he pushed in the clutch.

Being a single parent was not easy financially but I was so blessed. Brandon had to do without a lot growing up (and I will forever regret that I could not have given him more) but he never complained. On those special days when we would go to the store for a special treat and I would tell him to pick something out it took him forever.  I would see him eyeing something big and say "How about that Brandon?" and he'd say "no mommy, that's too much money".

Brandon grew into a happy, healthy boy but would get bored easily. He always seemed to need to have something happening around him. I used to tease him that he needed a 3 ring circus around him all the time. But he did love anything that had to do with big trucks and construction vehicles and would play in the dirt for hours.  It was no surprise that as an adult he loved those construction and heavy machine jobs the best.

Speaking of jobs - boy could he charm his way into a new job. Brandon never went on a job interview where he didn't land the job on the spot. He just had a way about him and people liked him instantly.  I think a lot of that came from respect, Brandon was always respectful, even more so after the service, he gave it when it was earned but also expected it in return.  He so hated when people would treat him with little or no respect just because he was young.

Brandon celebrating his 1st Birthday - He was always such a happy baby

Brandon's life on this earth was so very short, but in that short time he touched many lives and created many wonderful memories. I treasure those memories and hold them deep within my heart, but also want to share them, to tell the world all about my son. There are so many more pictures, stories and memories of Brandon's life and I will be adding them here soon, so Please check back often to learn about my loving son.

If you have a special memory or photo of Brandon you would like to share please email me as I would love to hear about your treasured memories of my Sweet Angel.

Brandon Tyler Beshada - Age 2

Please check back often as I will be adding many more stories and photos of Brandon through the years - while I want to share everything about him with everyone, please know that it is very difficult emotionally to put his life into words.

On his 18th Birthday Brandon enlisted in the service and served 2 years with the United States Army. He did his 4 months of Basic Training in Fort Benning, Georgia and then returned to Virginia where he served as a Pall Bearer with the United States Army's Elite Honor Guard in Fort Meyer.  He was so very proud to have been chosen to serve on the Honor Guard - but no prouder than his Mom.  Brandon had hoped, once he was healthy, to re-enlist in the service, as he felt it provided him with discipline he felt he needed in his life.  Brandon was proud to have spoken the following words:

"The Infantryman's Creed"

I am the Infantry.
I am my country's strength in war.
her deterrent in peace.
I am the heart of the fight-
wherever, whenever.
I carry America's faith and honor
against her enemies.
I am the Queen of Battle.

I am what my country expects me to be-
the best trained solider in the world.
In the race for victory
I am swift, determined, and courageous,
armed with a fierce will to win.

Never will I betray my country's trust.
always I fight on-
through the foe,
to the objective,
to triumph over all,
If necessary, I will fight to my death.

By my steadfast courage,
I have won 200 years of freedom.
I yield not to weakness,
to hunger,
to cowardice,
to fatigue,
to superior odds,
for I am mentally tough, physically strong,
and morally straight.

I forsake not-
my country,
my mission
my comrades,
my sacred duty.

I am relentless.
I am always there,
now and forever.
I AM THE INFANTRY!
FOLLOW ME

Brandon Tyler Beshada was called home to God and received his Heavenly Angel wings on April 1, 2007. 

Brandon passed at the young age of 25, just 10 days after his 25th birthday. My son was being treated for chronic pain as a result of a severed groin nerve suffered the year before in a 'routine' hernia operation. His workers comp insurance company kept denying approval for the surgery to hopefully repair him - even with letters from 7 Dr's and Specialists who said he would continue to suffer unless a 2nd surgery was performed. Unfortunately the attorney he had working on his case was of no help. Evidently there is a minimal payout for hernia's and Attorney's like the big money cases. My son had spent the weekend previous to his passing in the hospital being treated for the pain and dehydration - his pain would often get so intense he would vomit violently and end up getting dehydrated, resulting in numerous ER visits and some hospital stays to replenish fluids and try to lessen his pain. During his last hospital stay the Dr's had prescribed a new medication to treat his anxiety (after a year of being unable to do anything normal and losing everything and having to move back home with Mom who wouldn't be anxious). This medication was given in addition to the meds he was already taking. Brandon called his Dr the day before he passed and stated he was having some side affects to the new meds and the Dr told him to reduce his dosage the following day. At 7 pm Brandon asked me to walk him upstairs to bed (odd because he never asked me to do that but of course I did) and said please check on me later. I checked on him throughout the night and at 2 am before going to bed I went to his room and sat on his bed, he was asleep but I put my hand on his forehead to make sure he wasn't feverish and placed my hand over his heart to make sure it wasn't beating too fast, I took a washcloth and wiped his brow, said goodnight, I love you and went to bed. I awoke at 7:45 am and as soon as I opened my eyes I just knew something was wrong. I ran to his room and noticed that he hadn't changed positions since I'd checked on him at 2am. I ran to him and put my hand on his forehead and the coldness bore through me. I called 911 but it was too late. My precious son passed in his sleep on Psalm Sunday.

My son and I read all the info on drug interactions both from the pharmacy and from online sources and were assured by his Dr's that the combination was ok. After my son passed I did a very indepth search and found that one of the meds accelerates the metabolism of another he was on and should not be taken together unless closely monitored. We thought by calling the Dr that we did the right thing, had I known I would have taken him back to the hospital to have his med levels checked. I will forever feel guilty for not protecting my son.

I have found a very compassionate attorney to handle the Medical Malpractice and Wrongful Death case for my son - I know that will never bring my son home to me, but I feel that I have to go on to keep fighting Brandon's fight for him. To let insurance companies know they are to be held accountable when necessary treatment is denied. Had my son had the surgery there would have been no need to continue on the meds and he would still be here with me where I need him to be.

A Star is named: I received a very special gift today for Brandon from some very special friends - these beautiful people never had the chance to meet Brandon but have been touched by his story and all the wonderful things about him that I have shared with them.

Thor, Cheryl and baby Sidney had a STAR named in Brandon's memory with the International Star Registry, a STAR that will be filed with the US Copyright Office. The STAR's name and coordinates are:

Lacerta RA 22h13m30s D 42*27'