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.

If I put it on paper.

If I put it in a song.

If I put it in a poem.

If I put it in words.

They say a mother's tears are magic.

They say wrong.

They say silence is golden.

They say wrong.

They say time heals all wounds.

They say wrong. NOT THIS ONE!

Linda ,'Hey Old Woman"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8myK93FqbYc

I heard it in a Starbucks a couple weeks ago and it had me in tears. I had forgotten all about it.

Brad used to sing this to Emily when she was little little. Emily had the croup when she was about 10 months old and was very very sick. We got her a glow worm doll (remember those?) when she was in the hospital. She LOVED it and carried it all over the place. It got Brad singing this song to her and he sang it all the time, especially at bedtime. So sweet.

I found some more photos of brad. I emailed them to info@bradcassidy.com

The last time I saw brad, he was surprised to hear from me. He said he thought he'd never see me again. i thought that was preposterous and promised to randomly show up every 5 to 10 years. But that was it. That was all there was.

At least I have that night though. At least we got to sit there, in the Hi Pointe over beers, and reminisce for a while. That's a really lame excuse for closure for me, but it's all I have.

    I have an idea that might get us all posting more regularly, and it seems like it would be a fun learning experience.  It is certainly something Brad would have enjoyed.

    I look at the "Daily Confucius" and am often stumped as to what the hell is being said.  I give a mild effort trying to understand, then I forget about it.

    I feel like I have to apologize for posting something more mundane than my feelings and grief.  I have stated many times that I feel this website should eventually turn into a place that Brad might have run… listening to, learning from, and teaching each other.  Containing content that will keep everyone coming back, and may even interest people who never even knew Brad.

unfortunately there are only two, but I'm hoping to dig up more.  A friend randomly sent this to me today and said, "isn't that your friend Brad?" 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lorri37/sets/436992/

I was a tall, thin kid all the way through high school.  Hardly enough to notice, a nobody for the most part.  I was fairly proud, though.  I remember a friend asking me once, “Why do you walk so tall?”  I replied, “Do you see anybody pick on me?  It is walking tall and confident that keeps me out of trouble.”  I felt tall, too.  I’m sure I remember the doctor measuring me at six feet, so I proudly reported that every chance I got, every time I had to get a new license.  Oh, what a blow to my ego when a docto

God damn it Brad! I just ran into JR and he told me. I'm so pissed off at you right now. How could you just go and waste such an amazing person? I know I've been distant for a while, but I always thought I could pop back into your life and laugh about the past with you. You've really gone and done it this time.  We were supposed to go out to sushi and speak bad Japanese. FUCK!