The other day as I was walking through Trader Joe's, I was stopped in my tracks and started weeping because this song came over their music systerm. Brad LOVED this song.

Years ago, there was a period when my car had no cassette player, and all we listened to was the oldies station. Brad would get SO excited when this song came on. He would never buy it because he said it would ruin the excitement of the song. I totally understand that. It was always a treat when we got to hear it - like a little extra magic in the day.

"Gling-Gló" is a song by Björk that Brad loved. I think the video fits it perfectly.

Among Brads' many talents was his memory. I think of all the time I have spent with him and wish that I could conjure up all that we had into a tiny blog post. Unfortunately, my memory is not as a good as I'd like for it to be. Brad had a good heart and loved to laugh. I miss his voice and his cutting humour. He always would end his emails to me with "Keep Your Chin Up". I know that he had a sunny disposition on life. He wanted to learn so much and share with it with the rest of the world.

I love Rumi. I read Rumi at the service and find such comfort in his words and wisdom. I wanted to post this Rumi poem, offering it to my loved ones who are suffering so.

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The Guest House - Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Happy Father's Day Brad.

I lit a candle for you.

We miss you so much.

Here is an email that came in with the attached images. I encouraged her to sign up on the website. In the meantime here is what she sent.

Junior called me up shortly after returning to Seattle to let me know that there was a concert at a "Punk House."  Punk houses are just homes that host concerts, usually in basements.  I never would have thought anyone could get away with that, especially on weeknights!  I met Junior at Tangletown, which is a restaurant and brewery owned by the Elysian Brewing company... yes, this is where Brad got that sweatshirt with the AK-47 Ale on it.  Junior works in the kitchen.  I ate and had a couple of beers with Junior when he got off work, then we headed over to The Retirement Home, which is the name given to this particular punk house. 

I was just remembering how when Brad would send emails to me or Emily - he would always sign them BraDad. That makes me smile.