I'm dancing, to the music
Of a simple melody
And I wonder are you thinking
Of a single memory
And I know when I see them swaying
I can hear myself say

Come a little bit closer
(come a little bit closer)
Cause I remember the time
When you held me in your arms
(come a little bit closer)
And you wanted to be mine
Everything good, everything gold
And now all that's left is a sweet memory

If you love me, let me know
Why don't you show me which way to go
Please don't leave me all alone
Cause I can't make it on my own
And I know when I see them swaying
I can hear myself say

Come a little bit closer
(come a little bit closer)
Cause I remember the time
When you held me in your arms
(come a little bit closer)
And you wanted to be mine
I might but wrong but that's where I belong
Why are you just a sweet memory

Come a little bit closer
(come a little bit closer)
Cause I remember the time
When you held me in your arms
(come a little bit closer)
And you wanted to be mine
Everything good, everything gold
Why are you just a sweet memory
link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nclZKBysaRc

To Mary and Frank: I am deeply sorry about your loss. Your courage is extraordinary and Brad would be very proud of his parents.

Frank and Mary,

Our thoughts and prayers are with your family during this tenth year anniversary of losing your handsome son, Bradley.

Sincerely, Lisa L. Oles
9-11 Memorial Committee, Austintown, OH

Always thinking about you -- miss you.

Fetch - we all miss you.

I first met Brad at West Elementary School. In 5th grade, we both had Mrs. Campbell and he asked me to be his girlfriend and go to the May Fair by drawing weird Robots will silly faces...I could respond yes, no, or maybe. After the 4th note, I finally checked "yes" and had the best time of any 5th grade girl I'm sure. In High School, Brad signed my yearbook with the most prescious and heart-felt message. He drew a heart around it and wished that I would feel better, be happy, and ended with, "I'll see you soon".

I never did see Brad again. I moved to California for college and it was there that I heard....couldn't believe it was Brad. We never were extremely close in the later years, but I knew who he was and what he was about....I trusted him. He cared about people and was extremely sensitive to others. He was and is a beautiful gift and an incredible person who I keep alive every year with my studnets and lacrosse players....

I teach 5th grade now in the inner city and use Brad's life as my History lesson every September 11th. I have a collage that I pass out to my studnets with our pictures from our youth all over the front and back of it. I teach my students about hatred and innocence and the lessons that are in everything that happens. I teach them about the danger of mean comments, and actions that we have no time for in this short life. They always ask me a million questions about Brad. I enjoy telling them about him and it always brings tears to my eyes when I tell them about his yearbook entry to me, at a point in my life when I felt so low and tired...he will never know how it blessed me. I tell my high school lacrosse players his story to inspire and encourage. And I think I tell you all now, whoever is out there reading this, because his life has meaning, then and now. He is touching people in a mighty way still...

God gives and takes away and it is not for us to figure out why. We just need to simply trust His plan for our lives. It was not God's plan for any of this hate and sin to be in the world, but by His grace, we can heal, forgive, and be forgiven.

I pray every day for you Brad, and your family. Know that you are missed, and loved, and valued, and not forgotten. Your life, your story, and your legacy is written permanently in all of our hearts and in the lives of those who come after you.

Heidi "yes"

Bradster, no one will ever take your place as my drinking buddy. No one could throw back a cold one like you.

Remember our old bar games - the Rugby/Drinkin songs we sang while the punks who couldn't hang tried to redeem themselves?

[Edited by Family Request ]

I miss ya Bud, we'll see each other soon.

I didn't know you but I'm sure you are well and surrounded by caring, fund-raising angels who support your heavenly lifestyle. Down here, you are sorely missed by lots of folks who, like me, didn't know you at all. Your infectious smile is an inspiration to me as I go about my earthly life which, as you may know, is dedicated to demanding justice for all the families affected by 9/11. I may soon dedicate an article to you on my website: www.septemberclues.info

ttyl, bro - you are always in my thoughts!

miss you bro

I just learned about Brad on the History Channel. God bless all of you and please know that we will never forget your loss.

With our 10 year reunion this past year I can't help but wonder what it would be like with you still here. The world would certianly be a brighter place.

Miss you Bro...so grateful for your friendship...

Always in my thoughts buddy.

Wow, it doesn't seem like it's been 7 years. Still find myself thinking about all the good times we had back at school and playing hockey in NYC together. I'll see you again my friend.

Fech, it's been awhile but I hope all is well buddy... On this day of rememberance I'm trying my best to keep a smile on my face by reminiscing about all the great times I had with you from days of BU lacrosse (always pairing up for 1 on 1's at practice, 6am 2 mile runs with Hugh D, sitting on away bus rides together, the Cafe, the list goes on forever...), struggling together at Dana Engineering on study/problem sessions, living la vida loca down in Cancun spring break with Max/Bowman/Finnerty/Fred et al, and all of the other fond memories I have with you as we crossed paths since our days at Bucknell... I just wanted to say you've always been an inspiration to me and your memory will live strong with me forever.

Miss ya bro... Valloner

Brad-

We all miss you on the eve of the 7th annivrsary of the day you left us. You were an inspiration to all of us, and I think of you often. Your genuine kindness, friendly ways and caring demeanor will never be forgotten.

Your friend,

Tade Reen

There haven't been many days that I haven't thought about you buddy, or that something hasn't reminded me of you. Just wanted to say hello. I'll see you again my friend.

Posted by Kennedy on 9/11/2007, 8:43 am
68.161.242.79

Brad-
I miss you buddy. Always thinking of you and your family. Love ya Bro.

Posted by Matt Fremont on 3/26/2007, 3:01 pm
68.120.3.169

brad, thinking about you today

Posted by Alanna DuBiago on 9/11/2006, 10:03 pm
24.62.43.219

Brad - there are days when I wish we were 17 again and philosophizing about our lives during senior composition. What we thought were huge issues in our love lives seem almost comical now. Life was so much simpler then. I wish you were here to make me smell your sweaty hockey gloves on the bus rides home from games. I'd be happy to do it because it would mean you were here with us. I miss you #6. - "DuBes"