Chief Brian Pearson, you left this world far too soon, and your absence leaves a deep void in our hearts. Thank you for being not only an incredible leader but also a true friend to so many of us—especially to my husband. From the countless late-night ping pong matches to unforgettable FDIC trips and long conversations around the kitchen table, your presence always brought a sense of comfort and camaraderie.
You taught me how to use my filter—mostly so you didn’t have to roll your eyes so often—and welcomed my husband’s passion as my own. Our shared obsession with details and order was something I’ll always treasure, especially in the ways I could support the department. I’ll miss your “short” speeches that never were, and freezing during gatherings because you got to the thermostat first.
I promise to keep the traditions alive: never running out of candy at the Poultry Days parade, triple-checking fire prevention numbers, taking endless photos, and keeping my Suburban stocked for structure fires. And I’ll be watching out for the next generation—especially the one who always looked up to you. You were more than a chief; you were family. Please keep an eye on all of us from above. Thank you, BP. We’ll carry your spirit with us always.
