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In Remembrance of Brad Shaw

Brad Shaw

American Asphalt is very sadden to inform you that Brad Shaw, one of our senior estimators, who has been with us for 10 years, died last week in a fishing accident off the coast of Santa Cruz, California.

William Brandon (Brad) Shaw passed away early Friday morning February 24th doing what he loved second only to his family: fishing. Brad, an accomplished angler, often spent the early morning hours fly fishing before heading to work at American Asphalt. Brad was a devoted husband and father survived by his wife of 22 years Nicole and children Gretchen, 17 and Andrew 14.

A native of Oakland, Brad attended Bishop O’Dowd High School and The University of California, Berkeley. At the graduation ceremony he proudly carried his new born daughter across the stage to receive his diploma. He received his Eagle Scout Honor with troop 254 and was assistant scout master, Troop 6 of the Piedmont Council. His son Andrew was recently awarded his Life Scout Honor. Both children are the proud captains of their Bishop O’Dowd Rugby teams.

Brad was a lover of the outdoors, taking his children, scouts, friends and family snow camping, fishing and hiking over many years. He was an avid mountain biker and snow skier as well. Brad had a long and successful 10 year career at American Asphalt and was greatly admired by his colleagues.

Brad is also survived by his parents Bill and Linda Shaw of La Jolla and his brother Mike Shaw from San Francisco. Brad was loved by his brother-in-law Charlie DeMarais and his brother and sister-in law Christian and Stacy DeMarais as well as his wonderful in- laws Charles and Anita DeMarais. He was an amazing uncle to all of his nieces and nephews. Brad will be remembered for his constant smile, his generosity and the way he truly embraced life.

Services will be held at Corpus Christi Church, 1 Estates Drive, Piedmont CA, Wednesday March 7th at 2pm. The family requests that donations be made to the Shaw Family Educational Fund, 7959 Hansom Drive, Oakland CA 94605.

To learn more visit www.bradshaw2012.com

We invite you to join us in remembering Brad Shaw, by sharing your comments below…

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    Freda

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    Saying goodbye to Brad Shaw
    by Liz Simmons

    on Saturday, February 25, 2012 at 1:16pm ·

    Yesterday Brad went away. And I don’t know how to describe my relationship with Brad. To simply say he was a co-worker is wildly understating it. To say he was a friend, one would assume we hung out on the weekends together, which we didn’t. I guess he was like family. He was part of my work family. Maybe we don’t spend our extracurricular hours with those people, but we always count on them being there. They are the ones that we get to the office, and are happy to see. We go home and tell our actual families about these people. They matter to us. Maybe we don’t really realize it at the time, but they are major fixtures in our lives.

    Brad and I saw each other or at least talked to each other 5 days a week. That is more than I can say about my parents, siblings and best friends! He started at our company 2 months after I started, so we have worked together for over 10 years. He came in as a salesman and at the time I was just an office assistant. I eventually worked my way up to be the “sales coordinator” which basically means I work under our eight salesmen, so I deal with all of them A LOT. Brad was one of the estimators that kept me the busiest, because he was SUCH a hard worker. He was a little dude, full of energy. I run the reports, and he was consistently the salesman that put out the most proposals. And lucky me, I would get to type all those proposals (there is sarcasm there… typing proposals can become a mundane task).

    Somewhere during our first year at the company, Brad hurled some attitude my way on a day that I was totally overwhelmed. I was young, and newer, so I was easily intimidated. So I cried. And everyone freaked out “BRAD MADE LIZ CRY!!!!!!!” Co-workers came to console me while others went to Brad to ask him what his problem was. Years after that, it was common for that story to come up at group functions and we would all laugh. Brad would jokingly threaten me “Don’t MAKE me give you a reason to cry again”. I’m pretty sure I would make the “pshhh” noise at him.

    I have lots of fun memories of Brad. He would constantly try to trip me. If we passed each other in the hall he would stick his leg out; most of the time he failed. But a few times he succeeded and I tumbled down the hall trying to regain balance. He would make fun of my high heels and I would make fun of his dorky shirts. One shirt had stupid giraffes on it (picture a 40 year old salesman wearing a giraffe t-shirt in the office…). When he stopped wearing the shirt I asked him what happened to it and he said in a totally bummed out voice “Nicki gave it away” (his wife). I told him she was doing him a favor. Brad was an avid fisherman, it was his passion. So that explained the shirt that he wore that had a picture of a fish flopping around on it and it said, “HERE FISHY FISHY!”. Again, picture a 40 year old man wearing this shirt… along with his trademark Cal visor, shorts and flip flops. It was just Brad. It is how I will always remember him. And the picture to go along with this story is him in his classic Brad sweater. He has worn that sweater since year one. And 10 years later he still wore it all the time. I always made fun of that sweater to him “Where did you even GET that???” I am so happy that I have a recent picture of us and he happens to be wearing that sweater. It makes me laugh just looking at it.

    Everyone becomes a saint when they die. But Brad was honestly a good guy. A hard working family man. When I would ask him what he was doing for the weekend it usually involved him going to one of his kids sporting events, or with his son’s boy scouts troops. I would see emails he had printed laying on the printer of the scout dads’ plans for their sons on the weekend. He was an admirable dad. I would hear him on the phone with his wife and often thought that I would love to have a marriage like theirs. I have been to many events that he and his wife were at, and they were just adorable together. He was a feisty guy and she would just throw it right back at him and then they would hug.

    I have never lost someone so close to me. I guess I am lucky to say that I have made it this long without having to deal with a close death. I am in shock over the whole thing. I feel numb. Sad is not a sad enough word. I am also angry. I’m sad AND angry that I will never see him again. I woke up this morning kind of confused if yesterday were real. And then my body filled with this weird dull ache because I realized that yesterday was real. Brad was taken away yesterday. I will never walk down the hall and say “HI BRAD!” and see him lift his head from his work and hear him say back “Hey Liz, what’s shakin?” I won’t hear his sandals flip flop down the hall and hear “Hey Lizzzz….?”, as he asks me to do something for him. I won’t look out my wall sized window and see his truck roll into the parking lot with his dog, Cassidy in the back. My work cell won’t ring anymore with “Brad Shaw” in the caller I.D. I won’t edit his letters and emails anymore. He won’t say “wanna see something?” and show me the pictures of the big fish he caught this weekend anymore. I won’t go out back and see him smoking by his truck anymore. He won’t trip me anymore. I won’t have Brad to give shit to anymore, and Brad won’t be there to give me shit. I won’t walk out at 5pm and say goodbye to him anymore. What will happen to his office? I don’t want anyone else to sit in there. It’s Brad’s office. I don’t own the place, but I wish I could make it always be Brad’s office and leave it just the way it is. I don’t want Brad to not be here. I don’t want to never see Brad again. I hate it.

    The good things that people will be saying about Brad this coming week in his remembrance are not exaggerations. Brad was a freakin’ awesome dude.

    When people are taken suddenly from our lives, it comes with lessons. I know they have all been said a million times, but I feel the need to make it a million and one. Don’t forget to tell those you love that you love them. Try not to be mean to people, or take your anger out on them, because you don’t know if it is the last time you will see them. Say more nice things to your friends, family and co-workers… if they are doing a good job at something or look extra nice that day, tell them. We just never, ever, ever know who won’t be here tomorrow.

    Rest in peace Brad. I will miss you forever.

    Liz

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    Heidi Hall

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    R.I.P. Brad. You are already sorely missed ! It was always a pleasure working with you. At the very least, you died doing what you loved. I hope you are somewhere in the sky fishing buddy. xoxo

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    Carol Mitchell

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    I will definitely miss Brad! And isn’t it interesting how you don’t really realize how much someone you “work with” occasionally over a period of a decade has impacted you until they’re gone so suddenly?! Brad has been my favorite asphalt rep over the past decade, even though – in his line of work – I only contacted him (on average) a couple of times a year at most. His great customer service, high level of knowledge and expertise, helpfulness, follow-through, etc. were all reasons why I was very pleased to have him bid on and subsequently handle several paving jobs for a few of my communities over the years. Brad was just an all-around good guy with whom I very much enjoyed working, and when I found out late last week of his sudden passing, I was stunned. As it sunk in more and more over the afternoon and evening, I was amazed by how deeply it hit me. I can’t imagine how hard this is for his American Asphalt “family” and, most of all, for his wife and children. My prayers are with them at this tough time!

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