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I want to thank everyone for their comments and prayers.
Please add your comments, stories and memories of Brock that can be shared for years to come.
Brock will surely be missed by a lot of people.
Travis Mills
For those at Chaparral Fire that knew Brock, we will remember his big smile and laughter that filled the office whenever he came in. Brock had a way of making you feel like his best friend the minute you met him.
Please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.
Sincerly,
Chaparral Fire Employees
There's a ton of stuff I'll never forget.
The one memory that stands out most was the day of my mother's funeral. His presence was incredible--he helped turn what should have been a dismal time into a really positive experience with laughter and good memories.
You're missed Brock. Already.
I remember when we were kids and racing BMX bikes in your back yard. Brock thought it would be funny to have a massive wreck / pile up so we all crashed the bikes off the same dirt mound in a glorious crash while it was video taped. Then we'd run into the basement to watch it.
Brock, you will be missed!
Alan Mills
Brock was a good friend. He had a very charismatic personality. He touched the hearts of many people and will be missed greatly.
When rock rented from us the little neighbor girls on each side grew fond of him in a hurry. He would let them play in his truck in the garage. Brock had a way of making friends quickly. By the way the girls were very sad when he move away. We will all miss Brock.
Thanks the Warner's
Brock was always so much fun to be around. Underneath all those big muscles was a kind and a gentle heart. Some of my favorite memories of Brock were playing basketball against him, Randy and Travis in the Mills driveway on Sunday evenings. Brock never took it easy on me (or any other girl for that matter) but expected us to play just as hard as he did. I think I still have some bruises to prove it. His smile and easy going personality was contagious and made you want to be around him. Ever since we met the Mills family, they have adopted us part of their family. Brock is going to be missed as a friend and brother to us all!
My memories are more of when Brock was little. I was babysitting the boys when Brock filled his diaper and the big-wheel he was riding. The only thing I could think to do was put him in the tub and hose him down. He was a alot of fun and loved playing with the big kids.
Best wishes to the family and know our prayers are with you.
Craig, Carla & Kids
I could literally write a book with all the memorable experiences with Brock, I love him for that. He added so much more content to my life, things that I will hold on to forever.
There are so many stories to tell, its hard to pick just one. One story that stands out to me is when we were first becoming close friends..
Brock and I were working at the Ford dealership (we were 16 yrs old), and the task that our supervisor had us on this particular day was replacing some of the exterior light bulbs.. Now, for the normal person, this task would be quite simple and mindless. Well, not for Brock and I. Our #1 priority that day was to buy a rope, tie it around the ankles of a fellow employee (sorry Trevor) and lower him down from the roof head first to access the light bulbs.. Not the most common (SAFE!!) way to do things, but this was our master plan! Needless to say, our plan was severely intercepted by our supervisor when we had to pitch it to him in order to buy the rope... With all three of us standing there, beating around the bush for the reasons behind WHY we needed to purchase rope to replace light bulbs, inevitably ended with us specifically saying, "Kevin, we need the rope to lower Trevor from the roof"... The facial expression we received was priceless.. Of course, that didn't really stop us from our goal.. (Sorry Randy, but we were EXCELLENT lot techs besides our problem solving techniques) :)
So many experiences like the one above have changed my life forever, thank you Brock for bringing such spontaneity and character to my life.
Brock has always been there for me, and I truly feel inside that he always will be.
My sincere thoughts and prayers go out to the Mills family in this difficult time.
Love ya Brock..
Sincerely,
Travis Cole
I've always enjoyed how Brock would show up or call after being gone for several months. He was so jovial & charismatic that it was as if he had never left; and he always had some crazy funny adventure to talk about. Even the most basic things seemed so funny coming from Brock.
I remember how excited Brock was when he bought a used, but beautiful white 4-door BMW M3. The first time he came by Auto Trim was to price out all the accessories he wanted for it. The second time he came by, and in perfect "Brock" fashion, was to tell me that the Beemer's odometer had been turned back 100,000 miles & he was returning it. Only Brock, lol.
....What a fascinatingly unique individual you were, love ya bro.
Wow! where do I bigin? I have so many fond memories of brock its hard to pick just one! I will just begin with the story of when we first met.It starts at Dennys (of course) when me and a few of my buddys went to eat.Brock and a few of his buddys were there eating also.Well one of my "buddys" was Matt Silva, now let me explain Matt. He had one eye and a patch over the other, scars all over and was about 13 years older than all of us (pretty much a bully!) Anyways, Matt goes to use the bathroom....Brock follows him and finds Matt in the stall next to the urinal. So Brocko decides its pay back time for this bully and relives himself on Matts shoes! ha ha ha ha ha ! Matt gets all crazy and punches the stall so hard he dents the whole wall! So Brock runs outa there and runs to his table! So, Brock sits at his table shook to the core and his freinds are asking whats wrong.Then Matt comes bursting out the bathroom! As it turns out Matt got a good look at Brockos shoes! So Matt is looking under every table! Meanwhile, Brocko is tring to hide his feet only to bring to Matts attention that brock is the one he is looking for!Needless to say, Matt runs over and starts smacking brocko around! We all stop him and when we found out what had happened, we all just cracked up! Matt left while we all cracked jokes and congradulated young brocko for having enof heart to stand up to this bully! ha ha ha ha!
I love you Brock! I wish I could have told you how much love and respect I have for you!You are my brother and you have always been there for me! You will always be in our hearts and prayers forever!
Much love and respect,
Steve
Brock always had a plan in his mind of what to do next! Blowing up pumpkins at Halloween time, prank knocking, toilet papering, you name it, Brock mastered the pranks!
Brock also had a sweet heart. He took Breya when she was 2 years old (11 years ago) to the mall and bought her a darling cheetah outfit at the GAP with shoes, hat and leather skirt! He took pictures of her in front of his white BMW and gave me the photos.
Brock, you are missed.
God bless the Mills family.
I send light and love and hope.
I consider Brock to be one of my dearest friends. He helped me thru some of the most difficult times of my life. I was planning to go out to nebraska and help him find a house . He was such a good listener, we spent hours and hours on the phone talking about everything from his troublemaking days to his hopes and dreams . He was one of my best friends . I will miss him dearly . I know he is watching out for me now, my angel . I miss him so much . Love and prayers to everyone he touched .
I never knew what it was like to have a mean older brother until I became close friends with Brockley. Whether I was getting hit in the head with a full of soap wash mitt, trapped in his car up on a lift, getting thrown from a jet ski, or hit with a snowball, it was always a good time Brock. After all these pranks he was always the first to pick you up and tell you that you weren't hurt and were going to be just fine.....all of this with that big smile. I couldn't count all the fun and memorable times I have had with Brock and all the Mills. I will forever miss getting a phone call from Brock letting me know what my plans were for the day rather than asking me what they were.
I will NEVER forget the look on Brock's face when he told me one day how mad Randy was at him and that he had a story involving a deer, him behind the wheel, and the side of Randy's truck and trailer. He just couldn't figure out why Randy would still be mad when it really was the deer that had hit him rather than the other way around. :) Brock was talking about the deer and just said to me with a big smile, "I missed it, BUT I HIT IT."
I love you Brock, you are my brother.
Kerri D. Ogden
I first met Brock in Reno Nevada. We met at the job site and almost instantly we became friends.
I remember one day in the past I was at the Reno skate board park skating alone in the early morning on my day off. I was feeling a little brave that day and thought that I was better at riding my skate board then I actually was. I tried to do a maneuver and I ended up breaking my ankle. At the time I was driving a big Toyota that was a stick shift so; therefore, once I realized that I could not drive to the hospital, I fumbled for my phone as was lying on the ground in pain at the skate park with a broken ankle. I thought of who I could call or what I could do. I decided to call Brock and tell him where I was and what had happened. Brock told me that he would be there as soon as possible to pick me up and take me the hospital.
He soon arrived and pushed me on my skateboard to his car and helped me get inside and after that we were off to the hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital the emergency room was packed full of people and there was a long waiting list.
Brock willfully grabbed me a wheel chair and helped me into it and then sat with me in the emergency with all of these people, he would make jokes and I would try not to laugh because it hurt when I laughed, but I thought it was the best thing that someone could do for me at the time. Brock sat with me for hours until the doctor could examine me. I know Brock had other things to do that day, but he sat with me until late that day and into the night. It was an all day event at the emergency room.
After we left the hospital Brock drove me to my apartment where I was living. I was living alone at the time and I lived up a flight of stairs. Brock helped me up the stairs with some pushes and pulls that must have looked really funny to someone watching. I think I slipped a few stairs and we both had to laugh at the situation that we were in. I am sure it looked awkward to see 2 grown men trying to hurdle up some stairs, one with a new cast on and Brock pushing me up the stairs, because I was not going to let him carry me. I thought that would look and feel strange. After our battle with the stairs and upon making it into my apartment, Brock made sure that I was ok. After that he walked over to the skate park to get my truck and then he drove it back to my apartment for me. When he came back we talked for hours until it was very late. Brock left late that night.
The next morning Brock returned to my apartment and told me that we had to pack things up, because he was not going to let me live alone in an apartment with stairs.
Brock demanded that I move in with him. At first I thought that this was a crazy idea, but at the time I had no choice after all how was I going to convince Brock that I could take care of myself?
Brock was not going to have me live alone, no matter what I told him. So for the next week we packed up my things and we made trips across town and soon everything I owned was sitting in the house where Brock was living. After that the days passed and Brock made sure that I made it the doctor appointments. Some days he would leave work early to get me to my appointments and he even picked up a wheel chair for me at his work that we named old Dave. Brock would show me how to do wheelies in the wheelchair and we even went to a music concert where Brock pushed me up to the front and everyone around was moving out of the way. He pushed me around sometimes letting me go and I would start to roll really fast down a hill and people would be in shock wondering what Brock was doing to this guy in a wheel chair, but Brock would always stop me before it got to out of control. It was a good time, and in due time my ankle repaired itself. I ended up living and working with Brock for while in Reno. He was my best friend and helped through one of the roughest times. He was there when I needed him.
I am going to miss and think about you Brock as life moves forward.
Love you Brock.
Josh Zettel
To Brock's family/friends,
I just found out the news of Brock's passing. I am sure everyone here would agree what a fantastically funny and daring soul Brock was. No matter what way he left this earth, his life and experiences are what I will always remember and cherish. He will be missed dearly and I don't think too many people know that he is gone or there would be pages of different people's experiences with Brock here.
We all love you and will miss you Brock. Thanks for sharing your life with us.
Tracy Carter
I miss you, Brock.
Sincere expressions of condolence Mills family!
We just today found out about your loss. Words do not exist to tell you how bad I feel. Brock you brought all of us your own unique & genuine look at, and love of life.
Mill's Family, I just wish that there were some way for me to help lift your burdens & minimize the grief. I want you to know that you have all enriched my life.
Thanks for all the experiences. The hiking, star gazing, Ferrari Racing, ball playing, trailer building, motor home-ing, firework lighting-watching, swimming, skiing, boat-ing, grilling, camp shower & shelf & other build-ing, food eating, and all of the other "ings" that we enjoyed with you guy's.
Thanks for all you have done for me. I pray for your hearts to be lightened, and for smiles to be returned quickly. Let me know if I can help in any way!
---Ron Madsen---
I just found out about Brock. I am deeply saddened and I regret that I did not keep in touch with Brock and the Mills family over the years.
Brock and I were best friends growing up in Taylorsville. I have many, many fond memories of Brock and the Mills family.
When my family moved in to our Taylorsville home, the Mills were the first family to come and say hello. Brock and I became friends instantly as we both enjoyed sports, bikes and skate boarding. I remember riding bikes on the track in the Mills backyard (which later became and still is a swimming pool). I remember all of the cool cars that Randy would bring home. I remember hanging out with Travis and Jared as well.
I was never bored hanging out with Brock, he always had good ideas to keep us busy. We would make firecrackers (we called them bombs) out of spinner fireworks, we would have bottle rocket wars in the circle by my house, and there was always someone we had to toilet paper on the weekends. We would also go doorbell ditching, however we called it something different back in the day.
We used to fill the stairs behind the Mills home with snow in the winter. We would take the wheels off our skate boards and snowboard down the stairs.
These memories were a long time ago, but they seem like yesterday. Brock was a great friend.
Thoughts and prayers,
Ryan Beckstead
The stories I would love to tell start the day I met him and ended way too soon. Brock was one of those friends I loved to hang with cause it didnt matter where you went or what day it was, SOMETHING was going to happen, and it usually scared the #$@% out of me. I met brock when I worked at the old STG ford. I just got a new (used) truck I absolutely loved and he needed to borrow it. I said PLEASE, PLEASE, be careful and take care of it ( He made me eat those words in about 3 min) I gave him the keys I watched him run to the truck and proceed to do the longest craziest rooster tail I had ever seen.. And so it began!! Haha what a prick, a prick who became one of my best friends that day.
The story I wanted to share was the summer of my senior year, brock would ask me to go riding with him, so I was like cool lets do it. We'd go ride in Atkinville usually, but in true brock fashion it was time to step it up. So he said follow me and we were gone. We were riding for about an hour and it was starting to get dark so we started heading back home. We stopped at the top of the hill to our exit point and and 2 cop cars where sitting at the bottom of the hill. Brock said "Heres the deal, we are on protected Desert Tortise land and its a $10,000 fine, so we can either catch a case or bail".I said lets bail. So we rode way out and cut some fences, went thru some totally scetchy terrain, and about another 1 1/2 hrs later we made it to the bloominton golf couse where we ditched the bikes. We then walked the rest of the way to what brock would call the most craziest, thuggish, loced out street.. Montezuma Cir.. Haha
oh yeah and the next day we had to go get the bikes, so we go back to the golf couse where we had stashed them and they were low on gas. so we rode to the Bloomington market and filled them up. So we get done filling them up, and STILL scetched out about the night before and he says he doesnt have any money for the gas.. holy crap are you kiding me? I was broke, no money on me, and he said " So heres the deal we can either catch a case or bail.
This is what I mean when I say one story just sets up the next day.. Brock hooked me up with a job In Cali - oaktown to be exact. We lived there together for about 3 month and we just about lost our lives more than I care to remember.. I have NEVER been so sketched out, but somehow brock had nine lives, and i just rode his coat tail.
I felt guilty when I was called to go to trinidad & Tobago for this same company we worked for in Cali and brock got the shaft because of a case he caught a while back. He never said anything about it to me, he was way cool about and, that job made a lot of things happen for me.
I eventually got married and we didnt see each other too much but he would call and he met me in Kansas City for dinner when he was driving thru, a while back.
You cant help but love the guy no matter what.. I miss you bro, I am thankful everyday that we were friends.
I have to mention, he called me shortly before he passed, we had a coversation where he actually set me straight, while I Knew he was struggling with different things He set ME straight. What I realized a week later is that he was done. My point is he was always a friend first. He took care of those who let him in, he was last on the list.. While I wish the outcome was different, What a great example, what a great friend.
While brocks not here in person his memory will always live, I have NO DOUBT Ill see him on the otherside..
One last thing, I have been mad, and sad and all of the other emotions that comes with death, but one thing that has always stayed true with brock was life was always on his terms, he went to the beat of his own drum. True thru life and true to his death. I never met another person who sported cassette tapes as long as he did.. haha
The first time I saw Brock Mills was in 1993 at a gas station near Dixie High School, on his skate board of course. The first thing I noticed about him was his hair-he was working on getting it to dread at the time, something about using eggs to get is started! I don't remember exactly how it started but I really like him and we dated. There was a VW thing we drove around in for awhile...didn't he blow up the engine in the thing? Even after we stopped dating we were good friends through high school. Anytime someone wrecked on the Green Valley loop I would drag them to Brock's house.
Brock was quirky and fun; you were always surprised at what Brock would say or do.
My parents have also lost a son and I know how painful it can be. No parent should have to know the heartache of losing a child. Although I am just finding out about this, I hope the Mills family is healing, and continues to cherish Brock's life. I will always think of him and the good memories we had.
I have just found this. My heart is broken, I was a missionary with Brock and we actually came home together. Brock was a really good friend to me throughout the mission and I have searched for him many times through the years on face book. I decided to look again tonight for a few people and stumbled upon this. I'm so, so, sorry. I am so sad I never got a chance to reconnect with him.
Just found out about Brocks passing away tonight. We had some good times my friend on our Mission in NY I will never forget you and I getting your BMW up to a speed limit I wont say and all of our Crazy nights on the Town. I wont forget your fun unjudgemental attitude. You were a Good Man and I wont forget you Brother! Fingaz
I just learned of Brock's passing yesterday. Brock and I became friends in Jr High/High school and we spent a lot of time riding motorcycles, skateboarding, horsing around, and having a lot of fun. All I remember of Brock and the Mills family was a lot of generosity.
I remember when Brock came back from Hawaii, where he had spent his whole summer picking pineapples, and he got a check for about two thousand something dollars. I thought, at that time, he was so rich with that, and he told me it is not worth it for that amount of money. Despite that, I remember him buying people things with his hard earned funds. Brock regularly drove people around; basically if Brock had it, he was willing to share it. Brock had a lot of friends and naturally, some enemies. Nobody disliked him because he did anything wrong but because he dated a sister or something like that. He actually got attacked at a party by one of my angry friends who's sister he dated. I remember that Brock won the fight and could have really hurt someone who woulda and wanted to hurt him and Brock says,"Calm down and I'll release you."
We hung around as a group of trouble-making teenagers causing a lot of trouble, and Brock was definitely one of the first to turn his life around and serve a mission. I went on a mission when I was 21, he was 19 or 20 and we graduated the same year, which makes him a leader. I remember briefly encountering/greeting him in the institute building after our missions and we were both too busy at that point to run around/hang out at that time. Last night I decided to google Brock, I don't know the details of what happened, but I know Brock was a positive and good person who was loved by many and loved many people.
Will miss you man!
Every April Fools I can’t help but think about Brock. One year I left him a message that he needed to call Myra Manes back and of course put the local mortuary phone number. He totally fell for it. I thought I was so clever. That night we were going out to dinner with his boss and a bunch of big wigs from the company he worked for. He sat me down and told me these men were from Japan and were very traditional. He gave me a set of rules I need to follow. 1- walk behind men never in front. 2-never speak unless spoken to. 3. If I need to speak to cover my mount and never show my teeth. 4. Eat all my food it was very rude to not eat everything. Needless to say I followed all of these rules. He kept sneaking sashimi onto my plate and I kept eating it, then starting hiding it until I broke into tears. He started laughing, the whole thing was a joke. Yeah, he got me good.
Now that I have kids of my own that are in high school and beyond, I find myself telling them stories about things that Brock and I did and there is an underlying tone of mischievousness in all of the stories. I can only imagine the stress and grief it caused my parents.
Miss you bro!
Travis
I don’t think anything will ever fill the void that Brock left in my life. To this day, not a single day passes where he doesn’t cross my mind. So much life has happened since he left, so many memories and experiences, lifes ups and downs, but a piece of me is literally frozen in time, and probably always will be. In so many ways, Brock was so far ahead of his time. From his personality to his overall character in general, he was truly a special and unique soul. I’m so grateful that I was able to call Brock my friend. I consider myself very fortunate to have had him play such an integral part of so many memories that I reflect back on today, and that each one of them can make me genuinely laugh and smile. I catch myself thinking all the time, “Only if Brock could’ve seen this, or been there, etc.”, because I know without a doubt that he would understand, or at least have found the humor in it. I miss that so much, I miss you and your entire family, please continue watching over me, love ya brother.
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