Brad was the youngest of three boys. Light blond hair and light blue eyes and a smile that could lift your spirits out of the gloomiest day. He loved to draw, play soccer, tease his brother Zak, and worry about the animals in the backyard that didn't have anything to eat. He loved WWF Westling and even talked his Dad into taking him twice. We were in Disney World when Brad's right cheek popped out and after about 6 weeks of seeing Doctors, we were finally told that he had Rhabdomyosarcoma, a type of cancer, and a 30% chance to live. He went through Chemotheraphy and Radiation without complaint. He'd tease the Nurses, especially his favorite, Beth, playing one joke after another. He hated going into the hospital though. He always knew that he would have to spend weeks there because of the chemo and the lowering of the white blood cell count, and he'd do almost anything to get an extra day at home. He was also very surprised whenever someone would do a kind act for him. He couldn't understand what made him so special. We brought him home from the hospital on July 15th of 1990, and took care of him, and he left us the morning of November 8th, 1990, quietly. There isn't a day we don't think of him and smile at some little thing that he said or did, and the generousity displayed by so many people during that difficult time continues to amaze. We will always be grateful to charities such as The St. Baldrick's Foundation for their continued effort in fighting this terrible disease.