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In Loving Memory

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​Brandon “Bear” Tyler MacCallum

(By Dugan MacCallum)

 

​How does a parent sum up a child’s lifetime

in a few words? How do we encompass all

that Bear was, is, and could have been,

in a few short sentences?

Bear is the first son, nephew, brother,  grandson

and the light of so many people's lives.

 

Yet, somehow that light was physically

extinguished in 2023.
Born in Woodbridge, Virginia,

Bear's smile,  kind-hearted nature

and green eyes told a story of happiness

and untold greatness.

Loved immensely by his family near and far,

Bear was destined for greatness.

From early on Brandon showed an

easy-learning ability  in all things.

He became a great basketball player,

lover of animals, people pleaser and avid Eagles fan

(GO BIRDS!).

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Once he graduated high school and hit the work force,

all of these remained true.

Each director, manager, supervisor or peer

that worked with Bear all shared the same perception of  him.

“Great worker, good person to know, and always helping.”

He truly was and is loved everywhere he went.
 

Yet, underneath all of this, Bear fought demons

that could not be seen.  

Finally diagnosed with Bipolar disorder,

things started to make a little more sense.

Given prescriptions that hardly helped

to subdue these demons,

Bear turned to something more potent -

Percocet and Xanax.

Finally, he had some relief from the demons.

However, one demon relief led to another

rearing its ugly head.


Addiction and all of the devastating things

that you have heard and read about that comes along with it.

Bear was admitted to detox and behavioral health

in Richmond, Virginia.

Here he got clean, learned some early coping mechanisms

that did not involve the use of drugs.

Clear-headed, he made the decision to move away

from the people, places and things

that were daily reminders of his struggles.


In Connecticut, Bear got a good job, had support

from his family in Virginia and Florida

and seemed to be doing well.

Unfortunately, this was not the case.
As a parent, you never think about

when you will have to visit a funeral home

for your children. It’s not the natural order.

On December 13, 2023, when the call came,

the knock on the door in the middle of the night;

we knew it was not a good thing.
Every parent's worst nightmare came true for us.

Our Bear....was gone.


Brandon “Bear” Tyler McCallum

September 6, 1999- December 13, 2023 

Forever 24

 We love you!

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Bear's Story

(By Tamara MacCallum)

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​         As I sit here trying to gather my thoughts, my heart is breaking and crying out for my son. I started fighting for Bear while he was still in my belly. He was anxious to make his arrival, but it was way too soon. The day I gave birth to Brandon was one of the best days of my life, I was so in love with my sweet baby Bear. I loved being his mama. Bear was a happy, beautiful boy and I protected him fiercely. He played sports, did very well in school and has a good family who adores him. He and his baby brother, Aiden, were so close. I had no idea what was coming, I had no idea of the danger headed our way.
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     Brandon had severe bipolar; he was diagnosed in his early 20s. I fought very hard for him. Every hospital he went to would give him the same psychiatric meds, he hated the way the meds made him feel and started self-medicating. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, a friend gave him Percocet. The Percocet cleared his mind and took away the voices that haunted him, the addiction began. On December 11, 2023, Bear received a package of what he thought was Percocet. He ordered it on social media and had it shipped to him. I had no idea people did drug deals on social media and mailed pills via USPS. At the time, I thought Brandon was sober and doing well.
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     On December 13, 2023, my sweet boy took what was a death sentence. Instead of Percocet, it was illicit fentanyl, carfentanil and xylazine. He died alone. My sweet baby boy died alone. Narcan wouldn’t have saved him because of the xylazine and carfentanil combined with the illicit fentanyl. We lost him right before Christmas 2023. Brandon was afraid to fly, he took his first flight in a body bag stored on the plane with the luggage. Once his body arrived home and the funeral home prepared him, we were allowed to spend all day in a private room with him. I had such a hard time leaving that night as the funeral home was closing. I wanted to crawl in the casket with him. The next day we were allowed to see him one last time before walking alongside him to the crematorium. I couldn’t let him go through that alone, I had to be there with him. We watched as his body was put in the incinerator. I wanted to climb in there with him. To say that our lives are devastated is an understatement, our world is torn apart.
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     If Brandon’s story saves one life, telling it is worth it. If you think cartel fentanyl cannot make it to your front door, think again. It’s being delivered by the USPS every day. Brandon deserves to be here, instead he is forever 24 and his ashes sit on my coffee table. If that doesn’t make you talk to your kids about illicit fentanyl, I don’t know what will. Bear deserves to be here.
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