This summer, in June, Uncle Brad started to get really sick. He was in and out of the hospitals and fought hard to get better. It broke our hearts when he went to be with Jesus on September 7th. It took me this long to even know what to write to each of you. He loved you three so very much. He would call out of the blue or send you things that made him think of you. He rarely showed much emotion but he always smiled big when the three of you were around. You guys always made him laugh - and when he laughed, his eyes closed tight. I will miss him every day for the rest of my life. I hope that you remember him forever - not what he looked like but what he taught us - live each day as if it were your last, love BIG and never, ever forget where you came from.
