Laray, I don’t even know where to begin to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. I’m not able to tell you it will get better or that Brad’s in a better place, because I don’t know. The only comfort that I am able to provide is that Brad is not suffering any longer and you’ll always know where he is. Maybe he met up with the Evans boys and they are laughing or telling jokes to each other. In my minds eye I can see Flint, Chris, Loyld Johnson and Brad riding around in one of thier trucks, seeing who could tell the best story. Brad could probably top them, but Flint would be a real close second. Actually, Flint would have them laughing so hard you’d be able to hear them from Eureka to Vernon. I wish there was something more I could do or say that would make it easier for you. I hate this helpless feeling. You are in my thoughts and prayers and have been for a long time. I know we are not young, but it sure seems like the good ones are going fast. May God Bless you and your family and keep you safe and comfortable until you meet again. Love ya, Lois.