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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.

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