What Bradley was like
Brad is my dad, and he passed away when I was eight years old. He was the best dad in the entire world, he loved my brother, sister, and me more than anything. He is the reason my life path is psychology and addiction.
Fondest memories of Bradley
The night he died, we tossed a football back and forth in my grandparents' culdesac for hours. My grandpa and I had just gotten home from an Ohio State football game, my dad came over to see me. When he was getting ready to leave, we hugged and held on to each other for a little longer than usual. He told me how much he loved me, and I made sure he knew how much I loved him, too.
How Bradley will be missed
I miss everything I didn't get to have with him. I was only eight years old. I had to go through so much without him, and I have to keep doing it until it's my time to see him again.
How Bradley will be remembered
I don't know. I don't remember a lot about him :/