Bradford Lawrence Knapp, of
Bretton Street, Bridgeport, Connecticut, died November 10, 2005
after a long and courageous battle with pancreatic cancer. He
was 58 years old. He leaves behind his mother, Hilda Knapp of
Maine, and two sister; Sandra Estabrook of Maine and Patricia
Mullaney of New Hampshire. Born in Flushing, New York on August
18, 1946, he was the son of Hilda (Nickerson) and Romaine S.
Knapp II. He lived in New Hampshire from 1957 to 1963. He graduated
from Joel Barlow High School in Redding, Connecticut in 1965.
After graduating he attended the University of Colorado and graduated
with a degree in business from the University of New Hampshire
at Henniker, New Hampshire. He then joined the Air Force and
received his pilot training at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas.
He was a fighter pilot in SAC. After his discharge from the Air
Force he was employed as a security officer at General Electric's
Corporate Headquarters in Bridgeport, Connecticut for 28 years.
Brad was a Boy Scout leader
and a member of MENSA. While employed by General Electric he
attended Sacred Heart University in Bridgeport, Connecticut and
earned a degree in computer science. He had a lifelong interest
in photography. He was a fan of Star Trek since the series first
aired on TV and he loved anything written by Anne McCaffrey.
He enjoyed regular trips to the Mohegan Sun with his friends
and vacations at the family camp in Jefferson, Maine. He never
married and had no children - he was a loving brother and son
and a devoted uncle. He was predeceased by his father, Romaine
S. Knapp in 2004.
From a note sent to our
friends on November 10, 2005:
My brother Brad died this morning at 7 a.m. He died peacefully
in his sleep. Last night his friend Dorothy came to the hospice.
My sister and I met her as she was leaving. The three of us went
up to see Brad. That was about 8 p.m. He and Dorothy have been
friend for about 20-30 years and he would never let us meet her.
So last night the three of us were in his room. I didn't want
to wake him up but just said, "Bradfy?" and he opened
his eyes. Dorothy came and stood next to me and I put my arm
around her shoulder and my sister stood on the other side of
her. We were all laughing and I said "Look! It's your worst
nightmare come true!! We have finally met Dorothy!" Or something
like that. He made a face then smiled and went to sleep and that
was how we said good bye to him. He died in his sleep and I can't
think of a better ending. Well there could've been better endings
- but under the circumstances - it was the best. It's not often
that you get to remember something funny as the last thing before
someone dies. A good memory. We had a memorial service for him
at the camp in the summer of 2006 and we scattered his ashes
on "Pine Tree Island" as he requested.