From the AJC August 1, 1999:
Russell Brown's mother and longtime girlfriend described him Saturday as so kind he couldn't bear to kill a bug. Brown, 42, will be interred Monday at Arlington Memorial Park.
A home day trader who moved his operation to Momentum in January, Brown had found his niche, said his mother, Helen Brown.
"He was a math whiz from the fifth grade on," she said. "He had an incredible mind for figures."
"Like other people loved golf, he loved day trading," said Patti Balon, who lived with Brown in a lakeside house in Cumming with two hookbill parrots and two cats.
Brown was born in Clarence, N.Y., a suburb of Buffalo, where he was a high school track and swimming star. He graduated from the University of Miami with a degree in accounting and was a certified public accountant.
But beyond his financial expertise, he was remembered by his family as an incredibly caring person who left law school with one quarter remaining to devote 24 hours a day to the care of his father and older brother, who were dying of cancer in 1992.
"He wouldn't have a hospice worker," his mother recalled. "He dedicated himself to both of them 24 hours a day. He spent his entire day taking care of them. He napped when they napped. And he got cookbooks to learn new dishes that might tempt their appetites."
The day his father died in Orlando, Brown rented a Cadillac and drove his brother, Randy, to Georgia so he could die 11 days later in his own home in Norcross.
"He never lost the pain of losing his father and brother," Balon said. "Every birthday, every anniversary was celebrated."
Christmas was especially significant for the Brown family.
"We spent hours trying to put up a Christmas tree on Randy's grave," recalled younger sister Mary Beth Bauss. "Our hands were all bloody from trying to get it to stand up, but he wouldn't give up."
Shortly after the family tragedies, Brown met Bolan, who was in Atlanta conducting sales training courses for BellSouth Mobility.
"I had to ask him for a ride back to our hotel after a training session," Bolan said. "I didn't know him, but he looked the most respectable of all the people standing around."
It was the beginning of an enduring relationship that Brown's family said was the best thing that ever happened to him.
"She brought joy back into his life," Helen Brown said.
But Balon pointed out that Brown's favorite cat, a stray who found his way to Brown's doorstep shortly after his brother's death, came before all of them in the will he left in his computer:
"Sweetie McMac McShminkle Toast Magoo was the first and the last in his will -- and he said, 'I mean that.' And he did."
Russell Brown's mother and longtime girlfriend described him Saturday as so kind he couldn't bear to kill a bug. Brown, 42, will be interred Monday at Arlington Memorial Park.
A home day trader who moved his operation to Momentum in January, Brown had found his niche, said his mother, Helen Brown.
"He was a math whiz from the fifth grade on," she said. "He had an incredible mind for figures."
"Like other people loved golf, he loved day trading," said Patti Balon, who lived with Brown in a lakeside house in Cumming with two hookbill parrots and two cats.
Brown was born in Clarence, N.Y., a suburb of Buffalo, where he was a high school track and swimming star. He graduated from the University of Miami with a degree in accounting and was a certified public accountant.
But beyond his financial expertise, he was remembered by his family as an incredibly caring person who left law school with one quarter remaining to devote 24 hours a day to the care of his father and older brother, who were dying of cancer in 1992.
"He wouldn't have a hospice worker," his mother recalled. "He dedicated himself to both of them 24 hours a day. He spent his entire day taking care of them. He napped when they napped. And he got cookbooks to learn new dishes that might tempt their appetites."
The day his father died in Orlando, Brown rented a Cadillac and drove his brother, Randy, to Georgia so he could die 11 days later in his own home in Norcross.
"He never lost the pain of losing his father and brother," Balon said. "Every birthday, every anniversary was celebrated."
Christmas was especially significant for the Brown family.
"We spent hours trying to put up a Christmas tree on Randy's grave," recalled younger sister Mary Beth Bauss. "Our hands were all bloody from trying to get it to stand up, but he wouldn't give up."
Shortly after the family tragedies, Brown met Bolan, who was in Atlanta conducting sales training courses for BellSouth Mobility.
"I had to ask him for a ride back to our hotel after a training session," Bolan said. "I didn't know him, but he looked the most respectable of all the people standing around."
It was the beginning of an enduring relationship that Brown's family said was the best thing that ever happened to him.
"She brought joy back into his life," Helen Brown said.
But Balon pointed out that Brown's favorite cat, a stray who found his way to Brown's doorstep shortly after his brother's death, came before all of them in the will he left in his computer:
"Sweetie McMac McShminkle Toast Magoo was the first and the last in his will -- and he said, 'I mean that.' And he did."
From the AJC August 1, 1999:
Russell Brown's mother and longtime girlfriend described him Saturday as so kind he couldn't bear to kill a bug. Brown, 42, will be interred Monday at Arlington Memorial Park.
A home day trader who moved his operation to Momentum in January, Brown had found his niche, said his mother, Helen Brown.
"He was a math whiz from the fifth grade on," she said. "He had an incredible mind for figures."
"Like other people loved golf, he loved day trading," said Patti Balon, who lived with Brown in a lakeside house in Cumming with two hookbill parrots and two cats.
Brown was born in Clarence, N.Y., a suburb of Buffalo, where he was a high school track and swimming star. He graduated from the University of Miami with a degree in accounting and was a certified public accountant.
But beyond his financial expertise, he was remembered by his family as an incredibly caring person who left law school with one quarter remaining to devote 24 hours a day to the care of his father and older brother, who were dying of cancer in 1992.
"He wouldn't have a hospice worker," his mother recalled. "He dedicated himself to both of them 24 hours a day. He spent his entire day taking care of them. He napped when they napped. And he got cookbooks to learn new dishes that might tempt their appetites."
The day his father died in Orlando, Brown rented a Cadillac and drove his brother, Randy, to Georgia so he could die 11 days later in his own home in Norcross.
"He never lost the pain of losing his father and brother," Balon said. "Every birthday, every anniversary was celebrated."
Christmas was especially significant for the Brown family.
"We spent hours trying to put up a Christmas tree on Randy's grave," recalled younger sister Mary Beth Bauss. "Our hands were all bloody from trying to get it to stand up, but he wouldn't give up."
Shortly after the family tragedies, Brown met Bolan, who was in Atlanta conducting sales training courses for BellSouth Mobility.
"I had to ask him for a ride back to our hotel after a training session," Bolan said. "I didn't know him, but he looked the most respectable of all the people standing around."
It was the beginning of an enduring relationship that Brown's family said was the best thing that ever happened to him.
"She brought joy back into his life," Helen Brown said.
But Balon pointed out that Brown's favorite cat, a stray who found his way to Brown's doorstep shortly after his brother's death, came before all of them in the will he left in his computer:
"Sweetie McMac McShminkle Toast Magoo was the first and the last in his will -- and he said, 'I mean that.' And he did."
Russell Brown's mother and longtime girlfriend described him Saturday as so kind he couldn't bear to kill a bug. Brown, 42, will be interred Monday at Arlington Memorial Park.
A home day trader who moved his operation to Momentum in January, Brown had found his niche, said his mother, Helen Brown.
"He was a math whiz from the fifth grade on," she said. "He had an incredible mind for figures."
"Like other people loved golf, he loved day trading," said Patti Balon, who lived with Brown in a lakeside house in Cumming with two hookbill parrots and two cats.
Brown was born in Clarence, N.Y., a suburb of Buffalo, where he was a high school track and swimming star. He graduated from the University of Miami with a degree in accounting and was a certified public accountant.
But beyond his financial expertise, he was remembered by his family as an incredibly caring person who left law school with one quarter remaining to devote 24 hours a day to the care of his father and older brother, who were dying of cancer in 1992.
"He wouldn't have a hospice worker," his mother recalled. "He dedicated himself to both of them 24 hours a day. He spent his entire day taking care of them. He napped when they napped. And he got cookbooks to learn new dishes that might tempt their appetites."
The day his father died in Orlando, Brown rented a Cadillac and drove his brother, Randy, to Georgia so he could die 11 days later in his own home in Norcross.
"He never lost the pain of losing his father and brother," Balon said. "Every birthday, every anniversary was celebrated."
Christmas was especially significant for the Brown family.
"We spent hours trying to put up a Christmas tree on Randy's grave," recalled younger sister Mary Beth Bauss. "Our hands were all bloody from trying to get it to stand up, but he wouldn't give up."
Shortly after the family tragedies, Brown met Bolan, who was in Atlanta conducting sales training courses for BellSouth Mobility.
"I had to ask him for a ride back to our hotel after a training session," Bolan said. "I didn't know him, but he looked the most respectable of all the people standing around."
It was the beginning of an enduring relationship that Brown's family said was the best thing that ever happened to him.
"She brought joy back into his life," Helen Brown said.
But Balon pointed out that Brown's favorite cat, a stray who found his way to Brown's doorstep shortly after his brother's death, came before all of them in the will he left in his computer:
"Sweetie McMac McShminkle Toast Magoo was the first and the last in his will -- and he said, 'I mean that.' And he did."
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