My second painting to ever show my brother Brad. We never fought in my 35 years. My parents saved him from a rough life and well, he raised me when my mom was sick. I picture Brad often as a teen boy that acted like a man. A kind and gentle soul that loved without question and without fail. A young man turned full grown man that absolutely loved wolves....A man quick to listen and help. A shy and sweet soul. I still miss and feel his love today. Thanks for all of those snacks, sandwiches, drinks, advice, and constant attention. My world is lonely without you but I pray everyday you are somewhere at total peace. You didn't have to ask my forgiveness. You, Brad, could do no wrong in my eyes. Nor anyone else's. I wish I could give this to you. Brad made those around him 