On August 20th 2014, my very dear friend Brady died. Brady was one of the kindest, most original and selfless people Ive ever known. He was a genuine rocker through and through. He just got His degree in Criminal Justice about a month prior and His Sister Flora had a wedding date set for the following Saturday. He couldn't have left us at a worse time.
His parents are just the nicest people. I spent quite a bit of time at their house either target shooting with Brady and His Dad, or getting drunk and laughing all night around the bonfire with our friends. He decided not make that fire pit in the backyard the place of His death. I've been in pieces about it and His wake was ROUGH. After the bagpiper left, Bradys Sister came up to me, gave me a big hug and told me that Brady wrote a letter and nthat I was in it. He wrote that He wanted me to come over to His house and keep anything of His that I want. I didn't know what to say.
His Dad is also a fellow rider and He was one of the last people I saw before my crash. I made plans with Him to ride together once I got my bike and my leg. Brady would constantly come see me in the hospital after my crash. It was always great seeing Him? He would wheel me around in my wheelchair and we would roam the hospital chasing pretty Girls and generally having laughs to keep my mind off of my situation. He was there for me at my lowest and darkest point. I have almost no regrets in life, but one of them is surely the fact that I was not there for Him when He was at His lowest and darkest point in life. I love you Brady, and you will be fondly remembered and so sorely missed by everyone who knew you.
His parents are just the nicest people. I spent quite a bit of time at their house either target shooting with Brady and His Dad, or getting drunk and laughing all night around the bonfire with our friends. He decided not make that fire pit in the backyard the place of His death. I've been in pieces about it and His wake was ROUGH. After the bagpiper left, Bradys Sister came up to me, gave me a big hug and told me that Brady wrote a letter and nthat I was in it. He wrote that He wanted me to come over to His house and keep anything of His that I want. I didn't know what to say.
His Dad is also a fellow rider and He was one of the last people I saw before my crash. I made plans with Him to ride together once I got my bike and my leg. Brady would constantly come see me in the hospital after my crash. It was always great seeing Him? He would wheel me around in my wheelchair and we would roam the hospital chasing pretty Girls and generally having laughs to keep my mind off of my situation. He was there for me at my lowest and darkest point. I have almost no regrets in life, but one of them is surely the fact that I was not there for Him when He was at His lowest and darkest point in life. I love you Brady, and you will be fondly remembered and so sorely missed by everyone who knew you.