Thursday, October 12, 2006


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.


Joyce said...

yeah, I know.
I know two very special little girls whose daddy lives far far away in heaven. sometimes they pray that God would just send him down for a visit.
sounds reasonable to me.

Bobita said...

This post is so touching. Words escape me...except to say that my heart is with you and the other members of Brad's circle.

Liz said...

That is so sad. I'm so sorry Heather.

The Passarelli's said...

I'm sorry Heather.

M J said...

When I read stuff like this it feels like all of the air has come out of my lungs.

Beautifully written. I have now been "touched" by Brad.

Gina said...

I am so sorry that so many people will be missing Brad.

But yet, in another sense, it is so wonderful how many lives he has touched.

I'm sure it doesn't feel that way, though.