Bradley Palmer Brown

Bradley Palmer Brown, 78, passed away peacefully on Jan. 17, 2026, surrounded by his immediate family. He was born on Nov. 15, 1947, in Potsdam, NY. When he was young, his family moved from New York to Phoenix, making Arizona their new home. Bradley quickly made a name for himself with a knack for pushing boundaries and a remarkable talent for landing spit wads on confirmed targets - his presence was always unmistakable.

After high school, he attended the University of Arizona and embarked on what can only be described as a “unique collegiate experience” - the kind that creates lifelong friends, unforgettable stories, and a few details best left off the record. Tucson became his home, his playground, and eventually the place where fate introduced him to the woman who would become his wife.

Bradley met Loretta when she was visiting her sister in Tucson, and the chemistry was instant. So instant, in fact, that after 6 months of knowing each other, she packed only what would fit into her Ford Pinto, abandoned her St. Louis life, and drove across the country to her Bradley. Together, they built a family and raised three strong daughters who inherited his ability to talk to anyone, his humor, sarcasm, determination and ability to negotiate a good deal.

Bradley lived his life for his family. He loved passionately (friends and family alike) and would help anyone who needed it. He once sold his own car to support friends during a difficult time. That was simply who he was.

Professionally, Bradley was a salesman, he was honest. He was the rare breed who listened, knew what you needed before you did, and would show up at your house to help install whatever he sold you. Clients became friends, friends became family, and nobody ever forgot his wit, charm, or laser-focused dedication.

He loved cheesecake, rocky road ice cream, good scotch, cold vodka, and hunting for the best deal; passions he proudly passed on to his children. As a father, he was hardworking and devoted, supporting every interest his daughters pursued, from music to swimming to every extracurricular imaginable. If they dreamed it, he found a way to make it possible.

Soon after his children were grown, his first grandchild came along. This was the first boy in the family and “Gramps” was excited to show him how to fish, buy him a hundred flashlights and take him to thrift shops to find the impossible deal! Next came his granddaughter, another apple of his eye. He admired her inquisitive brain and enjoyed having tea parties with her. Their last one was the day before he died.

In his final year, Bradley faced Parkinson’s with strength, humor, and the “more than occasional” complaint. It is comforting to know he is no longer in pain, no longer fighting his body, and is probably walking around somewhere cracking jokes and negotiating a better price on something.

Bradley is survived by his wife, Loretta; his children Kristina Brown (Vernon), Deborah Brown (Travis) and Vanessa Brown (Ding); his grandchildren Kristian and Lily. He was preceded in death by his parents Stanley and Thelma Brown and brother William Brown.

Although Bradley’s song has ended, his melody lingers on, a borrowed line from Irving Berlin. A celebration of life, or as his family is calling it – a “Bradley Party” will be held on Feb. 21, 2026 at his home. If you are interested in the details, please call or text 760-368-7023.