Birth date: Dec 6, 1991 Death date: Dec 16, 2022
On December 16, 2022, the angels carried Brandon Scott Robinson to his heavenly home. Brandon was born on December 6, 1991, in Thurmont Maryland to Bryan and Katherine Robinson. He graduated from Catoctin High School in 2009. He Read Obituary
I didn't know Brandon other than his YouTube channel, Brandon Harmonti. He helped me through rough times. I wish I could have met him.
I hadn't heard from you in a long time. I really didn't want to find this page when I searched your name, yet here I am. I can't believe you're gone. We never even got a chance to meet in person. We used to talk often and share our songs and catch up. I showed "Caving In" and "Day Dreaming Night" to so many people. Life really isn't fair, I wish you had more opportunities to produce your music and let more people hear it. Your songs were kind and fun just as you were. I never heard you utter a word of judgement against anyone. Indeed, "blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth." I pray you will inherit the earth from the Lord and, in doing so, offer your prayers to Him for my sake and for those of us left behind. Thank you for being my friend, Brandon. I'll always remember you.
I’m really saddened to just be hearing about this. Brandon, you were a good friend. Always supportive, hilarious, talented, and full of stories. I will miss our long chats about everything and nothing. And the music that poured out of your soul endlessly. I love you, I’ll miss you forever.
Your pal Alecks
If only I treasured those these hugs and squeezes when you gave them to me
I miss them with all my heart now, sad I assumed your hugs and “love you moms” would always be there for me
I think of you a million times a day as I pick my heart from the floor one shattered piece at a time, a million pieces, a million times a day
I ask Jesus to tell you to have a good day in heaven every morning and that I love and miss you
I know he does and I will see you soon
My testimony
A Poem about Brandon
I did not feed the birds this spring
No seed or nectar that summer’s bring
They’ll eat worms and berries until the fall
I’ll feed them seed on my window sill
But not all my friends returned in autumn
On chilly days when leaves are falling
The titmouse, nuthatch, jays arrived
Mocking birds and chickadees returned to dine
So many birds escaped fall’s chill
And perched not on my window sill
One cold day my son departed from this earth
My soul died with my friend from birth
I pleaded and begged to God to send
A sign he was with the Lord in heaven
Please send a cardinal, I’ve seen not one
I need to know he’s with Jesus, the son
Then Standing at my window sill
As Unfamiliar birds appeared
I looked beyond at the garden post
And saw the bird I loved the most
Bright red he perched then flew away
I knew my son was free that day
I saw my sign and my heart soared
I danced and cried and praised the lord
I’ll walk with my God until my end
And then I’ll see my son again
