Hey brother. I really do miss you. Lots of stuff is going on and I want to talk to you. I really need to talk to you. Heather is having brain surgery soon. Maybe you can try and watch over things a bit? I miss knowing you are here to call when I am in trouble. I miss the security. I miss you. I need your help Brad. Keep an eye on Heather though, thanks.
Hey, you know I'm your sister and I am gonna give you shit- So Happy 40th birthday you old fart.
I miss you with everything inside of me.
As I walk through the streets of the city I see so much.
If you come across this site, it is never to late to put something here. It has never been to long. We will always welcome anything. Do you know how long it has been since I have seen a new picture of my baby brother? Do you know how long it has been since I have heard his voice, or seen his smile or heard him laugh? Do you know that I still think of him everyday? My life continies to move forward, I smile and laugh and I am living. But I am living without my baby brother and it is a completely different type of living.
It is never to late to hear a new story about my brother. It is never to late to see a new picture. It is never to late to hear his voice that might be from 10 years ago. Whatever it is, whenever it is, if it get's put up here from this point forward, it is new. One picture, one joke, one "I miss you Brad". It is new, it means you're out there.
Feel free, any time, today, tomorrow, ten years. It is never to late.
This is a story that Sarah posted before, but it so funny, and we so need a smile for Brad, that I had to repost it. I hope it is okay Sarah.
Anybody with stories, please share. Something new would be the best.
One of a thousand great Brad quotes that I witnessed: Brad, Chad, and I were at Crestwood mall. We all went to use the restroom, I walked out of the ladies room and overheard this... Chad: Dude, Why don't you wash your hands? That's nasty! Brad: Shut the fuck up, I KNOW WHERE MY DICK'S BEEN!!
Priests and Sausage
Well, I am sure I will be in trouble for that one.
On Saturday we all went to Brad’s apartment to leave flowers and say a prayer for him. Mom has gone every year, Mari has gone one year, and I have not made it once. I was pretty nervous about going back there, I really wasn’t sure what it was going to be like.
I first must explain a little history behind the whole thing about going this time, since it has a lot to do with how everything turned out.
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