May 31, 1992-April 25, 2013
Brendan Englert, a junior mechanical engineering major and member of the men’s lacrosse team from Fayettville, N.Y., passed away, following an April 22, 2013 accident involving a motor vehicle in northern Virginia.
“It is our sad duty to mourn the loss of a young member of our University community,” said University President John Garvey. “Please keep Brendan, his family, friends, and teammates in your prayers at this painful time. May they and we find comfort in our faith that promises eternal life and in the knowledge that Brendan has been entrusted to God’s loving care.”
Englert was named the 2013 Landmark Conference Player of the Year and a USILA Division III All-American. In 2012, he earned Second Team All-Conference and Rookie of the Year honors as a freshman. He is now second in all-time career points for the Cardinals.
My Little Brother, Brendan
By Kaitlin Englert
Read at Brendan's memorial service on May 3, 2013
My brother and I didn’t exactly get off on the right foot. When my mom was pregnant with him, she had horrible morning sickness. Not only did I not like whatever thing was inside of her causing that, but I was also pretty adamant on the fact that I did not want a brother. When I got the phone call from the hospital with the news that Brendan was born, I threw the phone and screamed “It’s a brother!” and cried with disappointment. But when I went to go see him at the hospital, it was love at first sight. And it’s been all love ever since.
He’s been our rock, our pest, our star, the kid who wouldn’t take his hard hat off even when he went to sleep.
The kid who put soda in his cousin Kealy’s bottle when he was 2 because she didn’t like the milk she was given.
The kid who rushed to his cousin Christopher’s college lacrosse game in the bitter cold, the cousin who texted me the day of the Boston Marathon bombings because he was so afraid that Meaghan had been there.
The man who called his mother every day and left her long voicemails full of “I love you’s and I miss you’s” if she wasn’t able to pick up.
The son who was his Dad’s pride, joy, and golf partner, the brother who tickled Colleen till she peed her pants.
The grandson who kept his grandfather glued to a computer screen watching game updates of every Catholic lacrosse outing.
He was the kid that never had a clean pair of pants.
He was a neighborhood brother who had a sign he would give to his friends when he “needed to eat”, he was simply the kid who constantly needed to eat.
He was the cousin who Jack would see pictures of wearing his belongings that he had been looking all over for. In fact, Jack was looking for his sports coat yesterday and by process of elimination, we realized that Brendan is actually wearing it right now.
He was the kid who pranked me at work, the brother who was the only boy at Quinn’s birthday in November and loved every minute of it.
He was the one making the goofy faces, the kid who duck-taped his roommates bed to the ceiling and waited around all day for him to come back because he just couldn’t bear the thought of missing Kyle’s reaction.
The nephew who loved his aunts and looked up to his uncles. The one who I’m sure is so happy to be reunited with his aunt and dear friend Nancy, he was the nephew who loved hearing his Uncle Mark’s golf tricks.
He was the guy on campus with the dog in his passenger seat, the boy who loved his girlfriend Danielle, he was the bro, the handsome one in the pink shirt, the one who wore out the diving board at Smith Mountain Lake in the summers.
He was the loud one blasting country music, the friend who couldn’t wait to get home to see his childhood buddies.
He was the boy who cried when I woke him up to say goodbye before I departed for college for the first time. The boy I couldn’t wait to introduce to my boyfriend. The grandson who made his grandma Janet stop in her tracks when she noticed him always acknowledging a new person in the room.
The little toddler who always said “I love you too” even if he was the first to say “I love you”, because he thought that was his line.
He was the one that always made people feel welcome. He was an amazing athlete and an even more amazing friend. He was everyone’s teammate. He was number 3, He was you and he was me.
When I wake up, I feel a hole, I feel bad about outliving my brother, but the reality of it is that he outlived me, he outlived us all. He packed 80 years into 20, and I admire him endlessly for that. We still had a lot of things left to do together, but I will bring him everywhere. He is my heart, my soul, my mind, my little daredevil, and my little brother. I will cherish all of that forever.
When he played in high school, and his FM team lost in sectionals, I cried like a baby. It was SO embarrassing that my brother was actually consoling me. He came up to me and said “I know Kait, I know you hate to lose”. But that wasn’t it, that wasn’t it at all. As much as I hate to lose, I was crying tears at the fact that his High School career was over and a phase of his life came to an end.
That’s the thing about Brendan, every phase of his life was unforgettable. He was a blast, a real treat, and an absolute game changer. But he will be around, you’ll see him. You’ll see him when someone gets that ground ball to keep you in the game, or scores that goal to push into overtime. You’ll see him when someone is consoling the inconsolable, or reaching out to the unreachable. He will be everywhere.
By Brooks Singer, Head Men's Lacrosse Coach
Read at Brendan's memorial service on May 3, 2013
At CUA, we watched Brendan show up as kid, and grow to become a young man. We saw it on and off the lacrosse field. Although his Mom almost collapsed when the Dean at CUA told her how Brendan had worked to become a solid Engineering student, she was filled with pride. And Brendan’s Dad, always on the sidelines of our games, watched with pride as Brendan became a leader on the team. Yet his quality of always being nice to everyone he met, in his classes and on the team, that never changed!
Brendan's strength and ability to succeed no matter what the odds, showed us what it truly meant to be STRONG. We look at Brendan's amazing parents, grandparents, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins. Is it easy to see where he developed such strength! We all know he was not the biggest kid on the roster. However, no matter what challenge he faced or how big the defender, he used this strength that was so much bigger than his size to succeed. We all now share that he has passed that on to each of us!
I would like to conclude by honoring Brendan with what the military calls the “final roll call” for our teammate we have lost. Can I have ALL members of the Cardinals Lacrosse team announce your presence by saying the word "PRESENT". Brendan Englert. Brendan Englert. #3 Attackman from Fayetteville, NY Brendan John Englert.
If you would like to donate to the Englert Fund, you can send checks to:Catholic University Men's Lacrosse DuFour Center 620 Michigan Ave. NE Washington, D.C. 20064