Photo: Hans BennOn February 1st, my step-son, Brad, passed away. Brad was 29 years old, an Army Veteran, and a survivor of 4 traumatic brain injuries, broken bones, pain, and PTSD. He was a warrior to the core. The last year before his passing, the family was able to pour love into him during the … Continue reading Trouble with Grief: A Believer’s Story
"Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin"
Would I have been as good without my brother challenging me, being the antagonist that was his nature when it came to winning? I doubt it.