Brad, 

Maybe I need to write this. I can't get over you not being here. You influenced me more than anyone I've ever met. I was always honored to be counted among you trusted friends. We became so very close so fast. When we began hanging out together, we realized that we needed each other. We would stay up all night explaining our philosophies on anything and everything to each other ...

I don't think I'm ready to write this... The pain is truly impairing me. I just want one more of our conversations together in the early morning hours. One more show together. One more trip to the library to cut out photos of art we like. I want you to be here. I need you to meet my daughter and husband. I need for you to be more than my memories and the stories I tell.