If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you've ridden alongside me in my journey of my little brother's death in August 2011 and the process of dealing with the, at times excruciating, grief that has accompanied his absence. It's been months since I've shared any words about Brad yet that's not to say that grief has long been gone. It seems that after two years and a quarter of a third, there are many memories of him that I can recall with a laugh, but there are moments when his absence tear clear through the beauty of a day. And there are days when I blink my eyes, shake my head, and just know it's not true. You can come back now, goddammit.
It's in these moments that I stitch Brad's existence tighter to my own, knotting the ends so they never separate from mine. I carry him with me, his once being tucked into the dust and flesh and physicality of myself. In his life and in his death, he's within me.
This year, on the day that Brad would have turned 24, Jimmy and I are donating funds we've been collecting for the past two months to Monmouth College. A scholarship will be given in Brad's name to a student who articulates and demonstrates a commitment to peace, justice, and working toward social change. It is my hope that this student will also carry Brad's existence with them into their life path, taking him all the places he never dreamed he could go.
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