Dan
Brad has been my dear friend since 2009 and worked with me at my original Broad Ripple location. Brad and I affectionately called each other 'Steve' and giggled every time. He quickly became my 'little brother'--who I tried to protect, teach, mentor and guide. Brad was like a puppy who would crawl into your lap for comforting naps. He'd wake you up by licking your face begging to play ball or go for a walk, or chase squirrels in the woods together. He was fiercely loyal and loving. Sometimes he'd run away for days or weeks and when he returned, we picked up where we left off easily and effortlessly. We had a very honest and meaningful friendship--we laughed often, cried together, and contemplated everything from the dirt under our feet to the stars above our heads. Conversations were always interesting, worthy and meaningful, and we found the same satisfaction sitting in silence, too. He and my wife loved each other and held a bond that was unbreakable. He was Uncle Brad to my son. Playing his guitar, floating down rivers in kayaks, and cooking were some of his top joys in life. He lived fast and hard yet stopped to breathe the spring air, smell the flowers, and touch the grass.
Rest easy Steven, you are "The Singing Mailman".
“If I can make myself laugh about something that I should be crying about, that’s pretty good.” -John Prine
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal," -Richard Puz
"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." -Mark Twain
