Life is not

 Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

Hard week

Hard week. Hard times. 

Hard week, wish I could change it. 

I am

I am

Happy Birthday Brad

 Happy Birthday Brad.

Life is not long, or short -it just is. 

May you

 Happy Birthday little brother. I know you have been "helping" me with things, thanks. I saw this and it made me think of you. 

May you touch fireflies and stars, dance with fairies and talk to the moon. 

I miss you. 


Anything Land by Alyssa

 For those who don't know, Alyssa is Brad's 10 year old niece. She was 5 the last time she saw Brad but we talk about him a lot. This is a story she wrote at school today. 

                                               Anything Land

You know who you are

Brad is thanking you guys over and over for going where he needed you to be, and so are the rest of us. Thanks guys. 

Road Trip

 Brad's on a road trip to Seattle. He spent most of his ride on the dash so he can see the scenery and every once in a while I ask him "You really think you could have ridden your bike across country in this?". Maybe it's Brad giving me a nudge? But I have this sudden need to stand in Shorty's bar with him. It's a place he really had fun in and enjoyed friends, so we may try to go there. Part of Brad is going to rest in the mountains out there next to the pristine mountain stream. 

Hard Times

  Hard day. Not that any of them are easy anymore. We are so grateful to the ones from St. Louis who were able to come for Brad's services, and appreciate the ones who wanted to but couldn't.  We are so glad for the people Brad cared about, liked or loved and the people who care about, like or love him. Thank you for what you gave him and what you allowed him to give you. You mean a lot to us as individuals, not just as "one of Brad's friends".  You will be in my prayers as long as I am here. We really hope we can see you all again sometime when we are in St. Louis or maybe you will be up here. 

Brad lives on in all of you too. 

This year

 This year as well as flowers, I lit guardian angel candles at 2258 W. 18th Place. I know the landlord puts the flowers in front of his door and I also know they'll light the candles for him. He will always deserve the tears a mother sheds for him. We still wish you were with us. 

I Love you and Like you,


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