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 Yucius, Bradley Alan
Born: 11/24/1979
Died: 09/08/2017
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Yucius, Bradley Alan

Bradley Alan Yucius was born on November 24, 1979 in Newton NJ, and died at the home of his mother and stepfather on September 8, 2017.  An avid outdoorsman, Brad loved spending his time fishing, hunting, hiking with his dogs, bird watching, and playing disc golf.  He was always excited for baseball or hockey games and could be counted on to bring more fun to every adventure.  You would have a difficult time finding someone more kind, compassionate, or gentle.  Brad would do anything for anyone, be it friend or stranger, and expect nothing in return.  His dry sense of humor, quick wit, loyalty, and big hugs will be missed by all who knew him.

Brad graduated from Prescott College in Prescott Arizona where he ultimately made his home and many wonderful friends.  He enjoyed the desert southwest as well as the woods, streams, and lakes of New Jersey.  Nothing brought him more joy than spending time with loved ones and his constant canine companions, Buddy and Sal.

Addiction took our son, brother, nephew, cousin, uncle, friend. Brad was undergoing treatment and working hard to get healthy but struggled, and on this day heroin won.  Strength of character, commitment to one's self, and the support of others is not always enough.  The disease is real and the effects are devastating.

Brad is survived by his mother and stepfather, Lisa and Nick Arbolino of Stillwater NJ, father Alan Yucius of Tamarac FL, sister Rachel Strayer and her husband Travis of Carlisle PA, sister Lauren Huffman of Sparta NJ, dear friend TJ Huffman of Culver Lake NJ, nieces and nephews Rowan & Jack Pallis and Olivia & Brody Huffman, aunts and uncles Susan Cirigliano of New York City, and Bob & June Yucius of Lafayette NJ, cousins Maritza Schaeffer of Dobbs Ferry NY, Szoke Schaeffer of Brooklyn NY, Jennifer Yucius of Richmond VT, Jill Retz of Wantage NJ, and countless extended family members and friends.

             A Celebration of Life will be held on Saturday, September 23, 2017 from 2-5pm at the Stillwater Fire House 929 Stillwater Road Rt. 521Newton NJ 07860, with a commemoration at 3pm. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to honor Brad's memory to Caron Treatment Centers Attn:  Development Office PO Box 150 Wernersville PA  19565 or online at https://www.caron.org/give-to-caron/donate-form, or The National Disaster Search Dog Foundation 6800 Wheeler Canyon Road Santa Paula CA 93060 or online at https://searchdogfoundation.org/donate
 
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I remember very fondly the time I spent with Brad at high school, I have several good stories to tell but the one that keeps running through my head at the moment is the time Brad, Jon and I rowed out to the island in Swartswood and camped for the night. We did the things you'd expect teenage boys to do (mostly talk and tell jokes, and wonder ehat it would be like to have a girlfriend) and stayed up all night. For some reason Brad had decided to bring food colouring and decided to write 'satan' on some rocks. Unfortunately Brad misspelled it and ended up writing 'satin'. I naturally made fun of him mercillessly for this! The next day we went back to his folks and I enjoyed a wonderful family meal. It was during the meal that his step dad warned us both that there had been some trouble with satan worshippers in Swartswood overnight and we should be careful going out camping. Brad nearly choked with laughter when I asked if it was definitely satan worshipers and not satin worshippers. I'll miss Brad, but at least I didn't miss a chance to make him laugh.
Dave Allinson
Bird hunting. A bunch of us went out quail hunting at a camp in northern Arizona. I had never actually tried to shoot a quail but I had cleaned 100s by this point. I'd practiced shooting and figured I'd give it a try with Brad and Dave ... and the bird dogs which included Buddy. They were having a great day but I had not shit a thing. Finally, I shot a quail, of course it was only wounded and needed to be killed. "You have two options, you can hit t with the butt of the gun or swing it around to break its neck." Well, I chose the latter. The bird goes flyin across the field from my hand and brad yells, " you'll never kill it if you don't hold on to it." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, "I didn't let go of it, the head is still in my hand." I can still picture him and Dave rolling on the ground laughing so hard they couldn't speak as I stood there with my hand open. I went back to cleaning birds, rabbits and anything else that was brought home. Every time I see someone out hunting I think of one of the many great memories out there with Brad and the many people he hunted with.
Rachel Coon
Bird hunting. A bunch of us went out quail hunting at a camp in northern Arizona. I had never actually tried to shoot a quail but I had cleaned 100s by this point. I'd practiced shooting and figured I'd give it a try with Brad and Dave ... and the bird dogs which included Buddy. They were having a great day but I had not shit a thing. Finally, I shot a quail, of course it was only wounded and needed to be killed. "You have two options, you can hit t with the butt of the gun or swing it around to break its neck." Well, I chose the latter. The bird goes flyin across the field from my hand and brad yells, " you'll never kill it if you don't hold on to it." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, "I didn't let go of it, the head is still in my hand." I can still picture him and Dave rolling on the ground laughing so hard they couldn't speak as I stood there with my hand open. I went back to cleaning birds, rabbits and anything else that was brought home. Every time I see someone out hunting I think of one of the many great memories out there with Brad and the many people he hunted with.
Rachel Coon
Lisa and Nick, I offer my sincerest sympathy for your loss. No words will take away the pain and emptiness, but prayers and hugs and time will heal. Praying for you both.
Linda Davidowski
Dear Alan, So many tears, so sorry to hear about Brad. Sending prayers and hugs to you. Lin Kerwin
Linda Kerwin
Dear Mrs. Lisa Arbolino, Its with deepest sympathy and admiration that I write to you today. As a mother myself of a son addicted to heroin, I wanted to share how much reading about your son's life meant to me personally. I did not know him or your family. I just 'happened' to read about him in the Prescott, AZ Courier. What spoke so loudly to me was the love and compassion which you and your family surely have for your son in spite of his addiction. There have been so many times when I haven't even been able to speak to my son in the midst of his disease; as may have been the case for you as well and yet you looked beyond those times and focused on who he truly was as a very unique and wonderful person. My prayers are with you in your grief and my gratitude for being so transparent about your life with him. Sincerely, Patricia Bradford
Patricia Bradford
It's hard to top that story from Dave A. I had totally forgotten and that gave me a good laugh. Brad and I spent a lot of time together in high school out exploring the woods. We lived down the street from each other and often hung out fishing, camping, and bird-watching. I always remember when the two of us and John M froze during a snow storm on Flatbrook during the opening day of trout season. And, of course, all of the environmental club trips: birding in Cape May, hawkwatching on Sunrise Mtn, back-packing in the Grand Tetons when Brad and I were sent out to get some fuel for the camp stoves, made a right instead of a left and walked down the highway for 5 miles before turning back empty-handed. It was great seeing him at his new home in Prescott a few years back, enjoying Thanksgiving dinner with him and his new friends. I've got great memories, and I'm going to miss the hell out of him.
Jonathan Feenstra
Our hearts ache for your family at this awful loss. Our sympathy to all of you.
Ted & Janice Huizenga
Lisa, Nick and your family. My sincere thoughts and prayers have been with you. If you need anything, please ask or call even at 3 in the morning. God bless you you and give you strength.
Sharon Hornig
I am a Prescott alum but did not know Brad, having graduated in '94. I would like to send condolences to all of Brad's family. I believe everyone drawn to Prescott has a bit in common and I am glad he was able to embrace his time in Prescott. I want to thank you for the beautiful portrayal of Brad's life and also your honesty around addiction. It is important to acknowledge life's struggles and the dark in order that we can all work toward bringing more light to the world. I appreciate you undertaking that very difficult work. Many blessings to you all. Phoebe Dameron
Phoebe Dameron
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