You may have heard the world recently lost a legend (🏈⛳️). Every life touches countless souls. Here are a few gratitudes from one of the many who wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

I’ve never known a day of life in which #JohnBrodie didn’t exist.

After losing my parents in my 30s, my world kept spinning b/c of those who were still here. Some things felt permanent. Like John’s indomitable spirit.

JB, some said you moved the ball mid-flight. Through you, I saw & found magic—in your Diane, my best friend, and in Sue, who lets me call her Mom . . .

Then came my goddaughter & her sisters, all of whom I pretend are my kids. One family, folded forever into mine.

It took 2 mins at USC to realize we’d been kindred, woo-woo souls all along—3 mystical kids in different grades, living 4 doors down, feeling a little untethered, and searching for more, inside the classroom and out.

Thank you for everything, John. For believing in me when I was struggling to find my footing as a writer. You and Sue (Gaga) literally changed my life when Sue—her idea—walked up to your bud Arnold Palmer at that tournament and handed him my interview request.

That single moment became a publishing deal when I needed it most. One kindness became a career.

I still sometimes wonder what would have come of our once-in-process book, Oreo—w/ your views on the NFL between 2 other greats—if your stroke hadn’t taken so many of your words.

No doubt it would have been irreverent. Wise. Funny as hell. Groundbreaking. And big-hearted. Just like you (& your first memoir, Open Field). Just like the way you moved through the world, with humor, heart, and an unshakable sense of self.

As the country dives into the world of sports today & your beautiful family continues to thrive & GROW, your spirit and legacy feel bigger than ever.

Please hug Arnie, Mama, & Daddy for me, JB. I’ve yet to listen to the box of cassette tapes I’ve kept for decades of you & Dad envisioning all the ways to change the world.

Maybe it’s time Di and I break out the player & the hankies to see if you left any operating instructions.🙏 (Cont. in comments…⬇️) ...

Pure bliss, yesterday, seeing Larry’s former coworkers and their spouses—our WM family. 💚There’s nothing like the magic of best friends, perfect weather, and a cause and sporting event like no other. (And… it was downright luxurious NOT hauling his heavy golf bag around the Pro/Am. OMG, looping was a blast and a total honor—but by the 17th hole every year—see next slide, my back was toast. Ha!)

One day, perhaps, I’ll write more about the sustainability champion that is my husband—and how he spearheaded industry-wide innovation in environmental processes at WM. (My love is humble, shy, and abhors the spotlight, so today is not that day.)

Retirement has been very good to my guy—mostly involving countless hours in the saddle. 🐴🤠 Who says being a garbage man isn’t a great gig? 🚛♻️You know what they say about one man’s trash… but what I know is this: this work, these people, and this family have meant everything to us. So grateful. So proud. Love you, @wastemanagement. ⛳️

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