This story is from Brandi's friend Michael C Perea and I have copied it here with his permission:
Brandi,
I cannot believe that you are gone. This is not how it is supposed to happen. Even though we have not seen one another in person for a long time, thankfully we've been able to stay close through other means and I feel like not a thing has changed between us. I am grateful for the memories of our friendship that will always stay with me.
I remember when we first met waiting at the bus stop on Peachwood. You befriended me at a time when I had few friends after relocating from LA to OC.
I remember your mom driving us to summer school at THHS after our sophmore year, and how we would argue over which radio station to listen to during the ten minute drive. Naturally, you always got your way, but more importantly, she became my mom too.
I remember working at Ralph's with you and about seven of our classmates. I don't know how the bakery made any money after all the "samples" we ate.
I remember carpooling with you in your white Ford Pony to Costa Mesa for work training once a week. That thing was so slow that it barely kept us alive on the freeway, and somehow, we always found ourselves at Taco Bell on Fairview after class.
I remember us being so happy on graduation day, and our moms dorking out and taking way too many photos of us in our cap and gowns. Those are still my favorite photos from that day.
It is so very bittersweet to see the outpouring of people who loved you and valued you as a friend knowing that you will no longer be with us. This response from so many is a testament to your kindness and vibrant personality. I will forever miss you my dear friend, and will always remember the times that we shared. Rest in peace.