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Happy Birthday Little Brother.  

I think we missed your birthday last year, but I don't think you were too mad. We, the ones still struggling, lost our Mom, but you had her again for your birthday to make up for it. That last birthday must have been one hell of a party, especially if Vinny was there. 

Hey, did a Ross Langdon show up?  He's got a lot to fill you in on back here on earth.  

There's so much to say, and nothing to say. But your life has inspired me in surprising ways and you are always in our hearts. 

Miss you. 

Brad,

I've always been interested in bicycling, and I'll leave the poetic waxing about why for another day.  As you're watching you'll know by interest and the luck of location and garage space, I've absorbed so much of your bicycle accessories.

I've used so many of those things over the last 4 years.  The bike stand, the trainer, a couple of tubes, and, now most recently, a spare set of pedals when one of mine went bad.   -Kept me riding until I could get the bad ones (warranty) replaced.

How can so much time have passed.  How can I be moving on?  I know it's what happens, and the best way to preserve your legacy: to live my life to it's fullest.

So odd. Your memory is so fresh and so distant at the same time.   I hope you are in Peace.

Pain Sucks!

And yet, we live in a culture that seems to require it, especially in our relationship – really a lack of relationship-with the dead.    All of us are afraid to let go of the pain we feel about Brad, and we’re right.   Without the constant reminder of the pain, Brad will cease to exist.