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Thursday, January 10, 2013
Erwin Bradley, January 10, 1960 - June 2012
Today has been difficult, to say the least. Trying to choke back tears as I fumble through another day of teaching. It would have been his birthday today.
Only a couple of years ago we were all visiting at grandma's house. He coaxed his sisters to ride his motorcycle. I have to admit it was kind of funny watching my mom be the award older sister as he helped her fasten the helmet. Next it was my turn! I hopped on behind him and we were off; speeding through a scenic route. Since it was only my second motorcycle ride ever I was bit scared but I could also feel that I was safe riding behind him. It was fun!
Then grandma left us. That's when I last got to see him. We celebrated his birthday then too. The restaurant made him wear a silly sombrero. He blushed and we laughed.
There are other memories too. Memories from farther back, when I was just a kid. I remember the family reunion when he told us that his favorite hymn was I Come to The Garden Alone. Then there was the big thanksgiving in Salem, OR. Other scattered memories are there too; him pushing me in a swing, visiting together before grandpa died and again at grandma's trailer some time after. We have stories about him in my family; stories his big sister (my mom) told on him. I'll never be able to look at an ant with out thinking about how he ate one when he was little. He said it was kind of spicy.
It all plays before me every time I think of him. The past six months that has been just about everyday. I look at his pictures and wonder if the sadness will ever lessen? The only consolation I carry is that Jesus feels my pain too! My family and I are not the only ones who love my uncle Erwin Bradley. In fact, Jesus loves him even more. So tonight I cry a little more and know that Jesus cries with me.
Only a couple of years ago we were all visiting at grandma's house. He coaxed his sisters to ride his motorcycle. I have to admit it was kind of funny watching my mom be the award older sister as he helped her fasten the helmet. Next it was my turn! I hopped on behind him and we were off; speeding through a scenic route. Since it was only my second motorcycle ride ever I was bit scared but I could also feel that I was safe riding behind him. It was fun!
Then grandma left us. That's when I last got to see him. We celebrated his birthday then too. The restaurant made him wear a silly sombrero. He blushed and we laughed.
There are other memories too. Memories from farther back, when I was just a kid. I remember the family reunion when he told us that his favorite hymn was I Come to The Garden Alone. Then there was the big thanksgiving in Salem, OR. Other scattered memories are there too; him pushing me in a swing, visiting together before grandpa died and again at grandma's trailer some time after. We have stories about him in my family; stories his big sister (my mom) told on him. I'll never be able to look at an ant with out thinking about how he ate one when he was little. He said it was kind of spicy.
It all plays before me every time I think of him. The past six months that has been just about everyday. I look at his pictures and wonder if the sadness will ever lessen? The only consolation I carry is that Jesus feels my pain too! My family and I are not the only ones who love my uncle Erwin Bradley. In fact, Jesus loves him even more. So tonight I cry a little more and know that Jesus cries with me.
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