Brendan Curran Chelsea, MA Obituary, Death: With heavy hearts and immense sorrow, we share the passing of Brendan Curran, a proud journeyman of Iron Workers Local 7, devoted friend, loving family member, and a larger-than-life presence in every room he entered. Brendan passed away unexpectedly, leaving behind a community of loved ones in mourning—and a legacy forged in steel, sweat, laughter, and loyalty.
Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, Brendan embodied the spirit of the city he called home. He lived in Chelsea, where he built a life grounded in hard work, tight bonds, and a deep commitment to his trade. Brendan wasn’t just a member of Local 7—he was the soul of it. His reputation as a dedicated, skilled, and reliable journeyman was known across the union. He stood tall among the best, with hands calloused from years of building the structures that now define the Boston skyline.
Brendan came from a tradition of builders, dreamers, and doers. He took immense pride in his work, whether it was high up on a beam or helping a new apprentice find their footing. He wasn’t just building buildings—he was building lives, relationships, and legacies with every weld, every bolt, every step across the steel.
In the words of his dear friend Eddie Denehy, “Brendan Curran, R.I.P. Tidy up the bone yard for when we get up there kiid! You will be missed.” These few words say so much about Brendan’s character—his humor, his deep connections, and the respect he commanded among his brothers and sisters in the trade. He left behind more than unfinished work—he left behind friendships that spanned decades, laughter that echoed in union halls, and memories that will never be replaced.
Brendan had that rare gift of being unapologetically himself. He was real—no masks, no pretense. If you were lucky enough to call him a friend, you knew where he stood. He was fiercely loyal, unafraid to speak his truth, and always willing to lend a hand or crack a joke when things got tough. He believed in earning everything—trust, respect, and the right to a cold one at the end of a hard day.
The bond among iron workers is unlike any other, and Brendan was one of its finest. He worked alongside his brothers and sisters on jobs that required not only skill, but courage. Day in and day out, he risked life and limb to put up the beams and frames that the rest of us take for granted. That kind of work demands grit—and Brendan had grit in spades. But he also had grace. He mentored with patience. He laughed loud and lived fully. He made even the hardest days bearable with a wink, a joke, or just his calm presence.
Beyond his trade, Brendan was a man of heart. He cherished his roots in Boston, and his community in Chelsea was like family to him. He kept his circle tight, but his impact was wide. He had a way of leaving his mark, even in the briefest encounters. Whether it was through a shared shift, a night at the bar, a chance meeting on the street—people remembered Brendan. Not for anything flashy, but for everything solid.
Brendan also loved the simple pleasures: a cold drink with the boys after a long week, a Sox game on a sunny afternoon, a classic Boston dive bar with the music just right. He found joy in the ordinary, and through that, reminded those around him to appreciate what matters most—loyalty, honesty, and good people.
His passing leaves an irreplaceable hole in our hearts. But as iron workers know, strong foundations hold—even when the weight becomes unbearable. Brendan helped build those foundations, not just in buildings, but in lives. In every friend he supported. In every apprentice he mentored. In every beam he walked and every story he shared.
To his family—whose hearts bear the deepest grief—we extend our love and strength. Brendan was a son, a brother, perhaps an uncle, a cousin—roles he took seriously, even if he didn’t always say it out loud. His love ran deep, and his legacy will live on in every person he touched. To his brothers and sisters of Iron Workers Local 7—thank you for being Brendan’s second family. Your bond, forged through fire, steel, and shared experience, will never be broken. Brendan was proud to wear the badge, to share the craft, and to build something lasting with all of you.
