Premier Funeral
Robert Luckau Written March 12th 2026
I became Brooke's neighbor on the North side of his property in December 2004. I know from my own observations of Brooke and his family, and visiting and talking with Brooke that he was a good person and he loved his family. He was a man of courage and intelligence, and he was a very very hard worker. He always kept his own yard looking good. Every Autumn, it seemed to me that, in just a day's time, Brooke created a huge stacked pile of big plastic bags stuffed with the fallen leaves all ready to get hauled away. Brooke was a smart, brave, innovator. Even at his own peril he could extend the usefulness of an old wooden fence far beyond the time when, judging from its condition and appearance, that old fence was done. Brooke was a good neighbor. He offered to help me do things at my house even though his own health had declined. Brooke always had good dogs. He had small pretty little dogs, and then he had two large, sometimes scary looking dogs. A short time after Brooke decided to let one of his big dogs go, he said to me, "I have to have a dog." Brooke kept his good big German Shepherd dog to his last day living at his home in Sandy.
Brooke loved his dogs. Brooke loved his work, he loved working. Brooke loved his home and yard, and Brooke loved his family. And he took care of all of them.
In mortal life Brooke Erickson was a fast learning and very capable person. And now he is learning more and more, and faster and faster.
