Bradley was the first to call me Grandpa.  I remember it well from many years ago. I had to get on my knees and play basketball with him.  I think the goal was about 30 inches high mounted on his bedroom door. I know he was about six inches taller than me, but he will always be that little guy that loved his grandpa.  RIP Bradley knowing that you were loved by Grandpa in Mississippi.

They were seeing me off before I left for my first deployment

Bradley, I’ll start off saying how much I loved you. You were one of my best friends. We shared so many good memories. You would drop anything to help out. You had the biggest heart and one of the best friends I could have ever asked for. I’m sorry I didn’t call or talk to you more while you were sick. I still feel bad about trying to make you help move furniture with a ruptured spleen. We had so many fun memories and moments in life that I would never change for the world. Our tattoos of the stickmen on our ankles. You’d always poke me and persuade me to do something fun. I could never say no you little turd bucket! I love you! One day we will see each other again. You’re at peace now. I pray your spirit lives on in all of us and mostly your families to help guide them in life. You’ll forever live on and never be forgotten. I love you B-radley. 

The day he was born, Bradley stole my heart. He always has and always will have a piece of my heart. I love you and I will miss you Bradley Edward! 

Bradley was my older cousin and first best friend.  Growing up he felt like an extension of me, someone I could always hang out with when everyone else was annoying me or when I needed help or someone to just do nothing with.  We used to walk back and forth from school when we got older, leaving our younger siblings behind to cause our own trouble,  grandpa Marshall used to take us fishing together all the time.  Bradley was just always there, for every thing when we were growing up, family dinners, birthdays and holidays, summers spent outside.  I still remember how shocked and sad I was the year they moved to Oklahoma; as a kid I just couldn't understand how they could want to separate us.  Even after his family moved across the country we stayed in touch, and anytime we talked or he visited it was like time hadn't passed.  He was still my best friend the same as when we were 10 years old as he was at 18, in our 20s and later.  I could talk to him about anything, just hang out doing nothing, listening to music or watching nerdy tv.  We always found something in common, and he always had something to say about everything.  He got along immediately with my first kiddo Lyla when they met, which was no surprise.  Bradley was a guy with a big heart, and his passing leaves a deep sadness in many of us.  He will always be missed.

I remember when he was born. It was a special time as he was the first child of our friend group back then. I am extremely honored  that Paul and Angie decided to name him after me.

God bless you and comfort you all.

Lyla hanging out with her cousin, Bradley ❤️

Cousin's birthday party

Christmas trip

Universal Studios trip