Good morning, Brad died six years ago today. There is not a day I don’t think of him. There is not a day when I don’t see his face in my mind. In some sense he has never left. I see Brad every day, at different stages in his life and our relationship. Mostly I see him reading books and discussing ideas. Sometimes I see him onstage singing and smiling from ear-to-ear. Other times, we’re at the comic book store, talking to the salesman about the detailed origin stories of every character. Other times he’s in elementary school playing football, or working on debate or going to the movies or playing with Cocoa.
Oh Glenn: I am so moved by this, your reminder (in these particularly dark times) that the light that emanated from Brad's very existence continues to shine in these memories. You help us all deal with loss.
We are deeply touched by your heartfelt and beautiful musing today. Thank you for sharing.
Oh Glenn: I am so moved by this, your reminder (in these particularly dark times) that the light that emanated from Brad's very existence continues to shine in these memories. You help us all deal with loss.
Well said Glenn.
My thoughts are with you, Andrea, Jake and Loren.
Russell Bloom
what a gorgeous tribute to Brad and to the mysterious joys and sadnesses of love and parenthood.