Lonn Braender

Obituary:

Bruce Michael Oswald

WASHINGTON CROSSING PA — Bruce Michael Oswald, a retired banking executive, a successful gallery owner and a relentless volunteer who possessed a sweet tenor singing voice, died at his home on Jan. 27, with his husband of 43 years at his side. He was 63.

The cause of death was stage 4 colon cancer, which Bruce battled for six years, repeatedly baffling his physicians as he blew past several dire prognoses of his imminent demise. “You’re amazing,” his oncologist once told him.

Successful as his career was, it was never the paycheck or job title that was the source of Bruce’s joy or self-confidence. In fact, it was a lifetime of free labor that he gave to a variety of causes that uplifted him. That and his family and his husband of 43 years. It was a life of relationships that nourished him.

Born in Wyandotte, Michigan, his family moved to Pennington New Jersey when Bruce was 11. Shy at first, Bruce soon found his way to the school choir and theater group at Hopewell Valley Central High School, where he developed his smooth tenor voice. He would recall his elation after being cast in The Nutcracker at McCarter Theatre in Princeton.

He spent summers volunteering at the Open Air theatre in Washington Crossing State Park, was the ‘O’ in a quartet in the H.O.W.L Singers and joined Princeton’s Trinity Church Men and Boys Choir. That year, the group toured Holland, Germany, and London where they recorded an album of 3 Motets on Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins: Rejoice!

His first full-time job was as a bank teller for New Jersey National Bank at the College of New Jersey (then called Trenton State College), where he met shaggy-haired bartender named Lonn Braender who managed the student pub in the student center. Lonn had a habit of showing up at the bank, asking for change just before Bruce got off work. Next came an invitation for a beer, a request for a ride in Bruce’s convertible, then an invitation to a sock party. They traded vows in 1988 albeit not recognized, joined again in a civil union in 2009 and finally legally tied the knot 2019 in a simple yet heartfelt ceremony.

Married Life

They bought their first home 1987 years later — a tiny cottage tucked into the woods along the Neshaminy Creek in Pennsylvania. They spent an entire summer digging footings, carting cement, and replacing beam and joists. They sold the structurally sound cottage and moved into their current home in Washington Crossing in 1992. A solid ranch, bordering the state park and nestled between the river and canal, with a built-in pool. That first summer they started hosting weekend pool parties, which grew in both size and duration. They’d start Friday at 5 pm and ended Sunday night or Monday morning. Family, friends, neighbors, – kids, teens, adults and dogs all joined the fun. Some stayed for hours, others for days.

In September of 2004, on the day Bruce and Lonn were to open an art gallery, the Delaware River swelled from the remnants of a hurricane and filled their house with muddy water. They lost almost everything. After the tears were wiped away, Bruce, took charge of a long recovery process in which the house was raised and rebuilt. Working full-time, he also helped their new art gallery called BOI’s of New Hope. The gallery was Bruce’s idea. Lonn was a painter and mentioned looking for a tiny space to exhibit his work. Bruce had bigger ideas, however, and they purchased a beautiful 1850’s brick building, which immediately became one of the most respected art galleries in the area.

Bruce’s fondest for auctions and antiques led him to auction houses, flea markets, and art dealers to fill the gallery. He once convinced Lonn to go to Paris to bid on an original Louis Icart painting. They didn’t win the bid but fell in love with Paris. And even though colorblind, Bruce had a good eye for great art.

Then came the market crash of 2008. They sold the old building, and all of the unsold art turned into an impressive private collection. His last addition was in 2023 with an oil on canvas by American Impressionist Emil Gruppé. With the proceeds from the sale, they bought a cute townhouse in Rehoboth Beach, DE – Bruce’s second favorite after Washington Crossing.

Eager to give

Bruce was continuously immersed himself in a wide variety of Trenton causes and activities. In high school, he joined a local volunteer fire department in Titusville, NJ and soon gained accreditation as an EMT. His colleagues loved him for his enthusiasm, as well as the fact that he was the smallest member of the squad and could fit through car windows to assist trapped accident victims. He spearheaded local community events, including the Pro Cycling Tour in Trenton. He facilitated Trenton Downtown revitalization events, raised money for Trenton Soup Kitchen, cleaned up the a historic but forgotten cemetary, he served on the boards of the Old Barracks Museum in Trenton NJ for more than 20 years, and fifteen on the Trenton Public Education Foundation. He has supported the ASPCA for decades with both money and by adopted his share of pets.

In the course of his professional career, he worked for community banks and large national banks. He became Chief Retail Officer in charge of all branches and customer service for Manasquan Bank. But what he was most proud of were the people and staff he pulled along with him. He was the rare executive who knew every name, of every person, in every one of his branches – including part-time and summer tellers. He was viewed as a mentor, not a boss. And in return, Bruce’s territory was always a top performer. He was respected equally by those above him and below him.

One of his most cherished things in Bruce’s life came from a request from his sister-in-law, Lynn Braender who asked him to be her Lamaze partner. She wasn’t waiting to find a husband to have a baby. Bruce was there when Rachael was born and he’s been there ever since. It wasn’t babysitting to Bruce, it as if he was helping to raise Rachael. The bond between Bruce and Lynn’s daughter, is as strong as any.

The youngest of 5 to Patricia and Gilbert Oswald, Bruce is survived (on the Oswald side) by his siblings Gilbert, Timothy and Eileen, Pamela, Kevin and Maryann, 8 nieces and nephews, and 12 great nieces and nephews. On the Braender side, Bruce is survived by Michael and Lois, Patricia, Lori, Lynn and Jeff, Kim and Bob, 18 nieces and nephews, and 11 greats.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that charitable donations in remembrance of Bruce be made to the Old Barracks Museum in Trenton NJ. (barracks.org)

FitzGerald-Sommer Funeral Home
17 S. Delaware Ave
Yardley, Pennsylvania 19067
MEMORIAL SERVICE IN HONOR  AND CELEBRATION OF THE LIFE OF

Bruce Michael Oswald

3 February, 2025
Rev. Lisa Ward
Good Morning, Friends.
We are gathered here to hold each other in the difficult loss of Bruce Michael Oswald. Deep sadness pervades as does tender love for his being. We knew this was eventual after six long years of living with cancer, and now we are here, facing this together, comforting each other, lifting up the gift of Bruce’s life and weaving it into our own. Let us welcome a healing presence in the honoring and celebration of Bruce.

“He goes free of the earth (writes Wendell Berry)

The sun of his last day sets…
Radiances know him. Grown lighter
than
breath, he is set free in our remembering.
Grown brighter than vision,
he goes dark into the life of the hill

that holds his peace.

He is hidden among all that is,

and cannot be lost.”

Bruce, or what my brother Scott would call him, Biaki, has brought us to this place of remembering. Husband, son, brother, uncle, friend. Chief Retail Officer, art collector, skilled money manager, finder of deals, formidable auction bidder. EMT volunteer, sought after Board Member, animal lover, beach house caretaker. Ever ready to laugh, and teach, and listen. Stuck at times, on precision, and ever loyal to friends. Skilled but sometimes shy singer, reliable and fun-loving theatre hand. Patient, generous, kind, intuitive. A gentle, fierce loving soul. Bruce.

Today we are here for him and each other We are here to lift up his presence in the lives he has touched and to affirm his signature of being in the embrace of all being. We gather to mourn together, which is an important gift we give each other. We gather to celebrate, which is an important gratitude we give for his 63 year journey on this earth.

This is a rough leave-taking. It is hard to fill the emptiness and hollow pain of Bruce’s death, to even quite believe it. He has been described as a warrior for his health during the six long years of his illness. He was also a lifetime warrior of kindness which makes it extra hard to let go. It will take time to work through this pain and shock; time to enter the new reality without him dwelling on this earth. It will take time to fill the emptiness with a new way of knowing him, a new way of having Bruce accompany our days.

We do not know what lies before our birth, we do not know what occurs after death. We speculate, we hope, we wonder. What we do know is that we are alive for a brief time; that we move in relationship to each other and that we try to bring order to our lives. We have each other: to care for, to love, to nurture, to protect, to cherish. These are gifts we give each other, gifts which outlast our limits and live beyond death.

There are people who touch lives beyond their reach and years because of the outpouring of their own lives. As a confident, teacher and mentor, Bruce will continue on as a part of many lives for years and generations to come.

Take a note for coping from Bruce and his gift of patience, and allow this day to nourish you, this grief to flow in its waves, the laughter and tears to accompany your being. It’s all life. It’s all love.

Remembering Bruce (open floor to sharing)

Neither Bruce nor what Bruce gave to each of your lives will be lost, for the love that compelled you here today will be forever a part of your lives and he will not be lost in that love. He will not be lost.

Our relationship to those we love does not end with their death. We continue to learn from them when a memory arises. We continue to learn about ourselves when an image or a knowing comes to us because of what we have experienced, what we have shared, what we have faced together. The gift of memories will help you grieve and find new footing. Whatever you have known with and because of Bruce Is a part of you now. He will not be lost.

And he knew this. He knew he was surrounded by love, especially in the last weeks of his life.

Bruce is now part of the embrace of life itself. And the universe enfolds him. He is in his natural cycle, to be born and then to die, to touch once again the glory of creation and the mystery of existence. His presence has simply changed form, like the acorn to the oak, the clouds to rain, the ashen soil to fertile ground. He remains part of the love and strength of life itself.

Things will be strange for a while — there is no fixing to be done – there is simply allowing the heart to beat into the next moment where new information will help us see the continuation of life’s journey. Your grieving is the song of your heart right now. Let it sing. You will find harmony with the life you have.

PRAYER
Let us join our hearts in the spirit of prayer:
God of all Naming, Mystery in All Being, dwell in our hearts, work with our hands, hold us in love. May the tears we shed soften our hearts. May the silence and sighs we utter speak to shared strength in community. And may the laughter shared signal celebration for Bruce, for life, for the days we are given. Hold especially in these fragile times: Lonn, Gilbert, Timothy, Eileen, Pamela, Kevin, Maryann, and the many nephews, nieces and loved ones of the extended family. And thank you for the gift of Bruce’s life. May his spirit come to all healing, all grace, all wonder. Amen.

BENEDICTION
The benediction of Bruce’s life will continue on in your lives. To close this gathering, I offer this reading by Merrit Malloy which I think Bruce would like. It’s called “Epitaph”

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old (folx)* that wait to die.
And if you need to cry
Cry for your brother or sister
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms around anyone
And give them
What you need to give me.
I want to leave you something.
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me
In the people you’ve known or loved,
And if you cannot give me away
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go of children that need to be set free.
Love doesn’t die.
People do.
So when all that’s left of me is love.
Give me away.


So may it be. Amen.
– original “men”
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