Yesterday I saw two little boys who will grow up without their daddy.
Yesterday I saw a little girl who searched the room for her favourite uncle, and looked at her mom with a puzzled face when she couldn't find him.
Yesterday I hugged a man whose brother won't come around anymore, revving his Harley and looking for fun.
Yesterday I watched a woman overcome with emotion as she stood by her son's new grave.
Yesterday I hugged countless friends who can't imagine a world without their friend "Bordelo".
Yesterday I saw Marcel chuckle when someone mentioned Brad's favourite nickname for him - "Dirt".
Yesterday I remembered our favourite story about Brad - how he once packed his dirty dishes in a suitcase to take home to his mom and her dishwasher.
Yesterday I watched a community grieve.
Yesterday I heard stories of the imfamous trip to Grand Forks, the pet scorpion Brad was proud of, the pranks he would play on his friends, the many times he made people laugh, and the joy he found coaching his sons' hockey teams.
Yesterday I saw how many lives Brad had touched.
Yesterday I cried.