It is with a heavy heart that I try to find the words to say goodbye to Bradley, who was not just my cousin, but the closest person I have ever had to a brother.
Our childhoods were completely entwined, woven together by the threads of endless summers, countless sleepovers, and the kind of mischief that only a true duo can create. When I look back on the best memories of my youth, Bradley is always there, a constant and cherished presence.
I remember so vividly one particular day when his parents decided to reward him for some good deed at school. The reward, they decided, would be a surprise visit from me. They picked me up, we got a pizza, and when we arrived at their house, his father had me hide in the back seat of the car. His parents went inside and told Bradley the pizza was in the car, waiting for him. I can still see him, diligently coming out to the garage to grab it. When he opened that back door, a simple "boo!" from me was all it took to make him jump out of his skin. After the initial shock, his face broke into that unforgettable smile.
That story, to me, perfectly sums up our childhood. It was full of laughter, surprise, and the simple joy of being together. We were a team; we shared friends, we faced down bullies, and we always, always had each other's backs.
We often think of time as something we have in abundance, a currency to be spent freely. We assume there will always be more summers, more stories, more chances to reconnect. Bradley’s passing is a heartbreaking reminder that life is a gift, precious and all too brief, and that some moments, once gone, can never be reclaimed.
The world feels a little dimmer today without him in it. Though a piece of me is gone with him, the memories of the brother I loved will never be forgotten. Rest in peace, Bradley. You will be missed more than words can say.