January 22nd, 2017
Today my worst nightmare happened. We lost my love, my best friend, my heart, Bradford. He passed away in our bed, holding my hand, just like he wanted. I don’t think there is a person in this world that would disagree that we lost him far before his time. He had so much more to give in this life and was robbed of his full potential. But for the amount of time he did have with us, he lived more, loved more, and accomplished more than most do in 100 years. Brad affected the lives of everyone around him. Real connection was his top priority and I don’t think he fully realized how many people he truly reached - through his passion, drive, and search for deeper meaning.
Brad was the light of my life and always pushed me to be the best version of myself. He challenged me and questioned me. But most of all, he loved me. Fiercely. And Unequivocally. Our love was loud and obvious for the world to see. Our love was fearless.
Brad, the idea of living a life without you is more than unbearable. It’s impossible. You were my always. My forever. Already my life feels so quiet without you. I don’t know how to go on without you, how to be my best self without you by my side, but I will try. Because that’s what you wanted and that’s what you deserve. And I will figure out how to honor your life, every single day of mine. And I know I am not alone in that.
Love, I will miss everything about you. Every single day. I am so proud of the life you lived and the man you were - not just in the face of this terrible diagnosis - but every day I knew you.
You are my hero and no one lived their life more courageously than you. Sweet dreams my love - I love you more than the sun and the moon.
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