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!!

little boys

Dragons live forever, but not so little boys-

Everyone has the right to build and cherish a private library

Chicago Book Bike

Kris is having trouble with the site and asked me to post this.  But, I'd have posted it too if I found it first.

Bikes and Books.

Priests and Sausage

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.

Videos! We have video!

Look! It's Brad in Eating Rats! Kate ran into Keith who I guess told her where to find them. Something along those lines. I am so thrilled I can hardly talk. To see him move and hear his voice. What an awesome thing. This is the best thing ever!

How can it be so long?

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.


Comin' To St Louis

I'm coming down there today. I would love a visit. I will kiss your daughter on the dome for you. I will give your buddy a hug for you. Maybe i can get one of those crazy breakfasts for you. I will need your help to finish it though! I hope you're there cause you sure aren't here. I miss you, I need you and your help. There is somebody you need to meet.

Love Kris

Wish you were here

Oh Brad, you are so needed here. Still. There are things I need your help with and you aren't here.

Another year is coming. This should be an interesting one. I know this last one has been full of some crazy stuff.

You know where you're needed. Step in. Help this mess. Or, maybe you already are.

Miss you little brother, no less, just more. The scales are tipping and the balance is all off now. We need you here.



I remember your laugh. Your own unique laugh.

I remember the endless variety of smiles you had. Some of them very misleading. They were so you.

I remember your big bald head. Wish I knew then the amount of knowledge it was holding.

I remember your blankie.

I remember the damn Legos I always stepped on. Funny how I no longer am aggravated when I think of it.

I remember the last day I saw you, I was so pleased at you laughing at my jokes.

I remember feeling like a normal person. Not any more.

I remember when you were not in my head, all day, every day. It was okay to not think of you. 

I remember when this kind of stuff did not happen to us. It wouldn't happen to us.

I remember when I felt safe when you were here. Now I learned to feel safe because nobody can hurt me worse than you.

You took so much from us when you left, and you have no idea.

If I could only tell you the things that are still piling up inside of me. There is so much I need to say to you. So many things that have happened you should know about.

What can I say?


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. 

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