Damn allergies

I used to have allergies really bad. Fall allergies. The first few weeks of school were usually pure hell. My eyes would water like I was crying for my Detroit lions on a Sunday. And unfortunately the totally uncool travel Kleenex pouch was never far behind.

So when I started college in Florida it was a brand new day – no fall allergies! New school, new opportunites and new best friends. Pat, rik and brad were my new trouble makers and each were a great introduction to the world. Pat was from new York, rik was from Michigan and brad was from Ohio.

Brad was my roommate and obviously Who I had the most in common with -except for his love of country music. But by the end of that first year I knew Randi Travis far too well and all words to “family tradition.”

Now I consider myself an optimist. A glass is half full guy. But I am nothing compared to brad. That even continues through the past few years when he battled cancer. If you just talked to him you’d never tell how much of a pain he was living with, nor would you doubt that in a few weeks he’d be back in his truck driving down the road.

But unfortunately, the road just ended – if you ask me, many miles short of where it should have.

There is no doubt in mind that only brad could have taken this trip and left all of us that knew him with more than just a ton of great stories that still make us laugh, but a lesson on optimism, positive thinking and stubborness.

Thanks brad, at least you can listen to bocephus all day long now.

Damn allergies.