Service Details
The vigil will be on Thursday, June 23 at 7 pm and a memorial mass will be held on Friday, June 24 at 10:30 am. Both services will be at Our Lady of Lourdes Church (2808 Lakeshore Avenue in Oakland). In lieu of flowers, please give to one of the following organizations that serve the Oakland community: Saint Mary's Center, Native American Health Center, Studio One Art Center, Camps in Common or the Mills College School of Nursing.
The Story
A second-generation Californian and matriarch of the Brekke family, Kathleen passed away peacefully in Oakland, CA on June 19, 2016. Kathleen continues to be cherished by her beloved husband John and a host of proud children, grandchildren and even a great-grandchild who will continue to hold up her memory. They are:
Robert and Lisa, Ingrid; Johanna and Steve, Jonas, Lara and John; Katrina and Paul, Lukas and Karina, Sean; Daniel and Bonnie, Jonathan (deceased), Ryan, McKayla, Keenan; Ann and David, Matthew and Sheila, Andrew, Kathleen, Brendan and granddaughter Aylie; Kristofer and Amy, Isabel, Grace; Shawna and Don, Nicholas, Dillon; Regina and Encarnacion, Maciej, Kasia.
Kathleen grew up in Sonoma County as one of 13 children born to Robert and Rena McKay. She became a Registered Nurse at Providence Hospital in Oakland and later served as an RN in the Army during World War II.
It was during her military service that Kathleen met John Brekke on a blind date that wasn’t intended for her. She saw a tall handsome man across the room and decided then and there that John would be her husband. And so it was. Kathleen and John would marry, build a house, and own and operate Brekke’s Cafeteria in East Oakland for 22 years. She was a compassionate supporter of the underdog and passed on to her children and grandchildren a strong belief in family, community, and justice.
Even the most beautiful journeys must come to an end and as Kathleen transitions to ancestor, her family carries forward her legacy, love and light.
"A Requiem for Kate"
The Brekke FamilyNothing reveals the body as vessel quite like death
When shallow breaths evaporate
and that twinkle shoots across the sky of your eyes
And disappears into the darkness of your infinity
I can still see your silhouette dancing on the veranda with grandpa
Or maybe you’re chasing children
Or tip-toeing along Pacific crests with your sisters
Or maybe you’re still here floating in the corners like Kenwood herbs
Smiling down as we gather and storytell
Laugh for levity
Drink to toast
Go gracefully old Kate
You are an ancestor now
Your spirit still feels of Happy Hour at Feather River
But your fingers are cooling now
like twisted branches washed upon the Dillon shore
Sculptor hands
Brick. oak. dough. flesh.
You crafted amazing works of art you called children
Named them with sounds
Blessed them with stories
Showed them ropes and hard work and love
Hoisted grand babies into your arms and laughed
Your art. Your kin. Rekindled and remade
And we will beget more in your memory.
Us grandkids have only witnessed your final chapters
We but footnotes in your story
Moons of distant planets
All of us orbiting you
(Seems somehow fitting that the moon is full tonight as you move toward Neptune)
But we are your crescendo too
Your banner men and torch bearers
Your legacy incarnate
Surrounding your bed
Holding your hand firm and your spirit aloft
Carrying you forward
All will know the gospel of your life through our love, our work, and our joy
They will know your stories and know your greatness through ours
Because no man or woman stands alone
Nobody is self-made outright
We are built brick by brick
Tempered, mixed and molded
Baked in the sun and laid to cool as you are now
Mortared by lessons and laid with purpose
You there with the mason hands
You made us possible
Thank you for everything, grandma
For always making your table longer and stretching food further
For being both generous matriarch and coupon queen
And for understanding that the latter enabled the former
Thank you for being both maker and caretaker
Cashier and culture keeper
Thank you for vodka tonics and gin rummy schoolings
For baseball cheering and rascal scoldings
For being the sacred to my profane
And the ember to our flames
We strive to live on with your zen
And to love as you did
With bounty and grace.
Amen.
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