David M. Helt
I met Brandy during my senior year at Woods Cross High. She was a junior, and I was the teacher’s assistant for the concert choir she sang in. I’ll never forget the first day of class—Brandy walked up behind me and playfully patted my head. I turned around to find her beaming, radiating warmth and kindness.
That year, I had been publicly outed as gay, so everyone at school knew who I was. From the moment we met, Brandy embraced me without hesitation. She treated me with unwavering kindness, never once making my sexuality an issue. From 1995 until I moved to San Diego in 2001, she remained one of my dearest friends.
I have countless fond memories with her—working on her British accent, having dinner with her mom, Debbie, taking her to prom (see attached photo), dancing at Confetti’s and Area 51, and experiencing my first rock concert with her: The Cure, her favorite band at the time. Debbie always appreciated that I was Brandy’s friend. I was on the conservative side—I didn’t drink, smoke, or do drugs—and I always tried to be a positive influence in her life. Brandy had a heart of gold, and I’ll forever be grateful for the friendship we shared.
When I moved to San Diego, I sadly lost touch with her. It was only through my siblings that I eventually heard of her passing, many years later. And here I am, listening to “Pictures of You” by The Cure, remembering how we used to belt it out while driving through Bountiful with the windows down.
Thank you, Brandy, for your friendship—for loving me unconditionally, for supporting me, and for allowing me to support you. My heart goes out to your family over your passing at such a young age. You’ll always be in my heart and mind.
Love always, David Helt