Ashes to ashes, Fountain to Fountain.

On Friday we buried Ben. Sigh.As luck would have it, Ben’s family is from here so while we are not able to be with our Fountain Theatre family in LA at this time, we are able to celebrate Ben’s life and say good bye to him here, in Maryland. I feel like I’ve been to far too many funerals in my life. I also realized that I have crossed that age threshold where 60 years of age is ‘so young…too young’.

Dude, I think that means I’m really an adult.

The funeral was at a Southern Baptist church deep in Baltimore. I have a confession…Baltimore scares me just a wee little bit. Ok, a lot. And I’m an LA girl! But I owe Baltimore an apology because the people of Baltimore, specifically the people of the Fountain Southern Baptist Church couldn’t have been nicer or more welcoming.

I’m not Southern Baptist, (if anything after all my searching and studying I fall pretty much to the Catholics, I love the Saints. Love them. Except for the anti-homosexual thing, and the priest thing, oh well that’s why I haven’t fully chosen a church yet…that’s another post) but let me just tell you that this church was awesome! I absolutely loved it. On such a sad day this congregation and ministry had the perfect mix of honest reflection, sadness of Ben’s passing and the true celebration of the gift of life. The Pastor gave a speech about the Twenty Third Psalm that was so brilliant and inspiring that this girl found her self nodding emphatically and saying ‘Amen!” along with the rest of the congregation. It was truly moving.

Ben was well loved, and well remembered. I’m pretty much in love with his cousin who spoke about growing up together and their ‘generation’. They were of the same ‘generation’, 3rd generation from slavery.

Think about that.

To me slavery seems like a bajillion years ago. I can’t fathom that it was ever even remotely an actuality it’s so foreign and wrong! Third generation from slavery…that’s like Max’s Nana who we had Thanksgiving with just this year. I can’t wrap my brain around it.

Ben’s cousin spoke beautifully about the calling to be an artist. To make people think, to challenge their paradigms and to hold a mirror up to society so that we may see our reflections both flattering and disturbing and hopefully make changes. Ben directed plays like that. He was committed to choosing and directing shows that captured the African American experience. The tragedies and the triumphs.  I’ve seen many of them and at the heart of it all, it’s simply the human experience. I’ll miss his voice and vision. I have a calling to the arts as well, and whenever I try to deny it God pretty much smacks me in the head to get back to business!

I’ve been thinking a lot about Ben and of course about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. this weekend. We’ve come so far but still have so far to go and how the arts can do so much to not only help move society forward but to capture the emotions of any given time as it happens.

After the funeral we did just what you’re supposed to do, we talked about Ben. At first sadly, but as the day went on we started sharing our favorite stories and then you could hear tentative laughs springing up here and there. Ben’s mother came over and shared a story about our favorite chef that made our hearts warm and our cheeks hurt from smiling. What a treasure to have her share that.

We were blessed to also see our friend, and Ben’s co worker and friend Stephen who traveled with Ben’s body from LA to Baltimore and who, as always, delivered a beautiful speech. I wish I could remember it word for word…it moved me. It was about the stuff of life. The cars, the houses…it’s all stuff. The people you love and who love you…that is life.

He wrote it better. That’s because he is one hell of a writer.

Stephen brought Ben from the Fountain Theatre in LA to the Fountain Southern Baptist Church.

There are patterns all around.
Ben’s brother was supposed to be in Haiti. He cancelled his humanitarian plans in order to tend to Ben’s death. I can’t even grasp the heaviness of that. So much so that I can’t even come up with a better word than ‘heaviness’. His brother so like him…the one to greet us with open arms and smiling eyes. Ben was the first one to welcome you to the theatre and his brother was the first one to welcome us and invite us in and to meet his parents.
My favorite memory of the day was one of Ben’s cousins who came to chat with us and said with a glint in her eye “I want to hear the dirt on Ben” we all laughed and then she grew serious still smiling and just asked:
Was he happy?
I teared up as Stephen was able to answer honestly that yes, he was.
May all of you be happy. Hug your loved ones close.
And for reals, a happy post coming soon!

Ben Bradley

You can read about it here
We continue to pray that justice will be found for Ben.

I simply can’t blog today. I’ve lost my humor. On New Years Day a friend of ours was brutally murdered. There’s just no easy way to say it. There it is. This is a devastating loss for us, from the loss of him as an individual as he was such a kind and loving gentleman, someone who was so kind to me and to everyone who crossed his path; to the loss the theatre world in Los Angeles will feel now that he is gone.. And not that this is about me or my life, but this wrecks my heart in an all too familiar way, as my father was also murdered. Different method. Different murderer but yet another kind and loving man killed too soon and far too violently.

Ben (on the left) with Simon Levy, another Fountain director and another one of the all time greats.

So, this is for Ben Bradley. Director and Producer at the Fountain Theatre in Los Angeles, where I was blessed to take over for Tracy Middendorf in Stephen Sachs‘ Miss Julie when she went off to do LOST (thanks ABC!). Ben always made me vegetarian collard greens. Ben spent many hours telling me stories about his youth and his time in the theatre. Ben knew everyone’s name. Everyone’s children’s names. He had a quick laugh and his eyes brightened when he smiled.  He directed beautiful shows and was in rehearsals for The Ballad of Emmett Till at the time of his murder. He really was an all around great guy.

I had been thinking of him all New Years morning, while everyone was talking about pork chops and collard greens this vegetarian thought to herself, I should really email Ben and beg for that recipe

The theatre will miss him. Zach and I will miss him. My heart goes out to those who knew him better than I did. Those who knew him for years and years, those who grew up with him. Those who loved him and those who he loved.

It sounds cliche to say “he was such a nice man, he wouldn’t hurt a fly”…but honestly, that is Ben Bradley.

The Fountain Theatre is big on family. Stephen Sachs, Simon Levy, Deborah Lawlor and Ben Bradley were the heads of that family, which both reached far and wide and is yet small and intimate. They welcomed my husband and I into that family, and then welcomed our son. Zach and I wish we could be with our Fountain Family right now, to remember, to celebrate and to mourn the loss of a true gentleman.

LA TIMES Ben is remembered

I am pretty sure that right now Ben is helping God and all his Angels perfect their collard greens among many other of his famous dishes. (I just could never get enough of those vegetarian greens!)
And just in case….the tip line to the LAPD 1-877-LAWFULL (1-877-529-3855)