There is not a day that passes without the bitter sweet memories of our astonishing baby passing through our minds.  Brady was simply a gift from God, an all too short glimpse of unconditional love, strength, beauty and pure joy.  We long for his smile, his sweet voice, his incredible sense of humor, and most of all his warm affectionate hugs. 

One year ago Sherrie and I lost a part of our souls that will never, can never be replaced.  One year ago, tears started to flow from our eyes and haven’t stopped.  One year ago, our hearts were ripped opened and one year ago seems like yesterday.

We have asked ourselves a millions times over; why?  We have screamed out in the middle of this nightmare without making a sound.  We have hidden our pain to the best of our abilities with no relief.  Today marks another day of emotional wandering and wanting. 

Why will never be answered, and the pain will most likely never subside.  The only way any of this makes sense is to try with all the energy and strength we can muster is to help other babies and their families avoid the horrors of pediatric cancer.

The Hugs for Brady Foundation is our son’s legacy, it is our reason for trying to hold on and it is somehow someway going to help others share in the magnificent miracle of our son Brady.  Brady is not with us physically but his spirit lives on.

Today of all days, take a moment, hell take an hour to hug someone in honor of the most courageous person I’ve ever had the honor of knowing; our son – Brady Michael.