December 25, 2000

Dear Laura,

Mission accomplished! We completed our musical project dedicated to you and plan to donate 1000 CD’s to the YWCA for next spring’s fundraising banquet. It is a Christmas present on multiple levels, and I am pleased with the results. Whitman alum and Oregonian columnist, Margie Boule, wrote an illuminating article December 19th chronicling our mutual journey. With a circulation of over 400,000 potential readers, I am convinced we are helping others with our story. Transparency is good, and I hope you agree. Even if you don’t concur, I must share the truth as I know it … musically and verbally. It helps me. Here are my liner notes, Laura. Merry Christmas.

This project is dedicated to the memory of my sister, Laura Mersereau Pressnall, a vibrant gregarious love-filled human being who died at age 46 due to physical complications from a quarter-century battle with her enemy, the disease of alcoholism. She was able to maintain sobriety and confront her previous denial demons in the final six months of her life, but sadly this just wasn’t enough. We wish to continue the good fight against this pernicious combatant by donating the majority of proceeds from this cd to the YWCA “Laura’s House” fund dedicated to providing assistance to women who wish to break free from this addictive disease state. The YWCA has designed a three-pronged proactive program that assists all phases of recovery, each of which embraces the truth found in sobriety – through transitional housing, education, and a life style that promotes ongoing alcohol-free choices.

The music in this collaborative effort is also focused on a most sobering truth. Each phase of our existence offers hope and possibility if we let it. This is the truth that all musicians cooperatively involved with my compositions communicate. From “Sunrise,” “Arrival,” and “Sojourn,” through “Vision,” “Spiritus,” and “Au Revoir,” each segment of the life cycle has it own significance and meaning.

Laura is now in the next phase of her journey, but her memory can serve as a reminder musically and literally that hope continues to exist … “a face in the misty light – footsteps that you hear by the door.” Here’s to you, Laura. We lift you up and that is the truth.

Love, Brad

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