Brad passed on December 19, 2018. As of this writing, services are incomplete, although they are anticipated to be held on January 5, 2019. This page will be updated as information becomes available.
I lived 2 blocks from Brad until 6th grade and he lived across the street from LSE and my grandmother. We played lots of football and basketball in our spare time. Since he had 2 older brothers and Rich Novak lived next door, there weren't many easy baskets or touchdowns. After I moved away, he helped my grandmother keep up her yard, pear trees and plants. Brad was a good man and knew everything about cars. He'll be missed.
Its always a shocker to hear about the passing of old friends. I could write a lot of things about Brad but time is limited, so Ill mention just a few things of interest (to me). We attended Pound JHS where we met and became real good friends. We were in Demolay together, along with Greg Nielson (who recently passed) and other JHS and HS buddies, played city league softball and basketball together... He was a ton of fun and was a friend a person could truly count on. He had a personality that lent him to making friends out of strangers real fast, and would never hesitate to invite his new friend to his place, anytime, for a beer. After HS and during my college years, we hung out together, along with Greg and several others. Brad's place (Greg was Brads roomie at that time) was party central just about every weekend, and sometimes during the week. One such party stands out; Brad and I had low draft (lottery) numbers in the summer of '71, a year when the draft was taking kids that were unfortunate enough to be "borne" with the numbrs 1-100. (And Vietnam was still making history.) I had 97 and, coincidently, he had 98. We boarded the bus in Lincoln early one August morning bound for Omaha and the "bend-over-and-grab-your-ankles" treatment the army was providing (free of charge) to lucky young men at that time. Nobody was laughing however. We both passed the ankle test and were classified 1A, in draft jargon, meaning = watch the mail for your induction orders. There was an upside to this, rumors seemed to indicate that the draft would end at something less than 100 and we were hoping that that would be the case, at least it could be less than 97. It was sometime in late August or early September that word came down that the draft would stop at 95. We dodged the 'bullet' and that evening, my boss (I was working at Sears) ordered me to take the evening off and celebrate. I called Brad and celebrate we did, at party central. Those were great times and Brad gets credit for many of those times, like the trip we made to DeWitt one Saturday night to dance to omm-pah-pah music or the long weekend party we had in an old sod house in Berwyn, NE. Im sure there is a limit to the number of words one can use in these messages so Ill end it here. Time stops for no one and we parted ways after I got my BS degree from UNL, leaving Lincoln and friends far behind. I am truly sorry to learn of his passing and condolences to family and friends close to him. I lift my mug to his memory.
Brad was such a great friend to many of us! Everything that has been said about him is so very true. He was an athlete, a student manager, classmate, and did all of those things with the best of heart and made us laugh at a lot of things we did and he would do. He cared about all of us in his qwn special way. I wished that I would have been fortunate to know him longer than I did. He was a gentle giant as many knew him. Could always be counted on and was a joyful, fun loving soul as well. He always brightened my day when we would pass in the hall ways. He could embarass you easily, yet you could never be mad or upset with him. Just had a special way about himself. The Good Lord has gained a great soul in Brad. Our hearts go out to his family. Our prayers are with you. Sincerely, Steve and Sue
Ken Orth
Brad King was a big damn teddy bear. With any luck, he's gone where teddy bears go.
George Howard
I lived 2 blocks from Brad until 6th grade and he lived across the street from LSE and my grandmother. We played lots of football and basketball in our spare time. Since he had 2 older brothers and Rich Novak lived next door, there weren't many easy baskets or touchdowns. After I moved away, he helped my grandmother keep up her yard, pear trees and plants. Brad was a good man and knew everything about cars. He'll be missed.
Andrew Byerly
We have lost a lot of great ones in the US this year...Brad King was one of the greatest of them all...A humble Giant of a man.
David Westerman
Its always a shocker to hear about the passing of old friends. I could write a lot of things about Brad but time is limited, so Ill mention just a few things of interest (to me). We attended Pound JHS where we met and became real good friends. We were in Demolay together, along with Greg Nielson (who recently passed) and other JHS and HS buddies, played city league softball and basketball together... He was a ton of fun and was a friend a person could truly count on. He had a personality that lent him to making friends out of strangers real fast, and would never hesitate to invite his new friend to his place, anytime, for a beer. After HS and during my college years, we hung out together, along with Greg and several others. Brad's place (Greg was Brads roomie at that time) was party central just about every weekend, and sometimes during the week. One such party stands out; Brad and I had low draft (lottery) numbers in the summer of '71, a year when the draft was taking kids that were unfortunate enough to be "borne" with the numbrs 1-100. (And Vietnam was still making history.) I had 97 and, coincidently, he had 98. We boarded the bus in Lincoln early one August morning bound for Omaha and the "bend-over-and-grab-your-ankles" treatment the army was providing (free of charge) to lucky young men at that time. Nobody was laughing however. We both passed the ankle test and were classified 1A, in draft jargon, meaning = watch the mail for your induction orders. There was an upside to this, rumors seemed to indicate that the draft would end at something less than 100 and we were hoping that that would be the case, at least it could be less than 97. It was sometime in late August or early September that word came down that the draft would stop at 95. We dodged the 'bullet' and that evening, my boss (I was working at Sears) ordered me to take the evening off and celebrate. I called Brad and celebrate we did, at party central. Those were great times and Brad gets credit for many of those times, like the trip we made to DeWitt one Saturday night to dance to omm-pah-pah music or the long weekend party we had in an old sod house in Berwyn, NE. Im sure there is a limit to the number of words one can use in these messages so Ill end it here. Time stops for no one and we parted ways after I got my BS degree from UNL, leaving Lincoln and friends far behind. I am truly sorry to learn of his passing and condolences to family and friends close to him. I lift my mug to his memory.
Steve Bridger
Brad was such a great friend to many of us! Everything that has been said about him is so very true. He was an athlete, a student manager, classmate, and did all of those things with the best of heart and made us laugh at a lot of things we did and he would do. He cared about all of us in his qwn special way. I wished that I would have been fortunate to know him longer than I did. He was a gentle giant as many knew him. Could always be counted on and was a joyful, fun loving soul as well. He always brightened my day when we would pass in the hall ways. He could embarass you easily, yet you could never be mad or upset with him. Just had a special way about himself. The Good Lord has gained a great soul in Brad. Our hearts go out to his family. Our prayers are with you. Sincerely, Steve and Sue