November 28th, 2:28 a.m.
Happy Birthday Brad.
I love you and I like you.
I value and treasure you.
I admire and respect you.
I am always proud of you.
I enjoy you and I am grateful for your sense of humor and your awesome music. You are so valuable. So loved, loving and caring.
A good son, very protective, willing to talk and listen, thoughtful. You did so much for me around the house and yard, thought of things I didn't.
You were a standup kind of man, with a lot of strength and bravery. Someone you would want at your back and your side, and for a friend. A perfect traveling companion.
With all you went through, there stayed an innocence and purity that showed, especially in your eyes. I am so sorry Braden. Thank you for being, and being YOU. I miss you child.
Even when you would walk in and say "Hey Old Woman" in that wonderful, deep, resonating voice, and not even duck!
Even when you would sing "John Wayne was a Nazi" to me or "No Means No" to Emily and me.
My babiest boy. I miss you and wish we could eat at South City Diner again.
Love you and like you,
Mom
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