Brad was a sweetheart and a hardhead.
He loved corvettes better than anything. He always said when he turned
18 (which he is now) he would have one. His favorite color Red.
I am sure he has the best one
heaven can offer.
He loved football and was a
natural. The first year he played three couches from other teams Brad played
tried to get him to join their team. That was Redan High School in Stone
Mountain, Georgia. When we had a game the announcer always
was saying " and Turley made that tackle."
He loved animals so much. He
always wanted to bring one home if he saw it on the street. He tried
to revive a baby bird when he was 10, that had fallen out of its nest.
He hated school from kindergarden
up. He was just one that did not like school. He quit when he turned 16.
He could draw really good and was good with cutting crafts out with wood.
I have two he cut out but never finished.
He had a good heart. If he
found out that a friend had been kicked out of his home, always wanted
them to come home with him. Many times on a Saturday that I did not
have to work, I would go in his room to wake him and find 5 teens sleeping
on the floor.
He was always searching for
a father to love him. I saw a lot of depression in Brad because of
that. I always tried to make up for that dad, but it was not the
He loved hanging out with the
teens. He told me just before he was hurt that I had the name of
"Community Mom" He loved that. He also would tell me, Mom
you are older that dirt, then ask the kids he would bring in to guess my
age. Of course them being nice they would say in my thirties. He
loved it, he would say "nope, she is 54". He just thought
that was grand.
I found out after he died that
he was the kind of friend you could tell all your troubles to. You
could cry on his shoulders. I also found out that he stopped many
a fight with other teens involved. I never knew that. He also was
a computer whiz. He was very smart but never gave himself credit.
He would always look down on himself.
Then of course you know that
he decided at age 14 to be a organ and tissue donor. I remember him
asking to see my DL when he was about to turn 15. He wanted to examine
them. He saw Donor on my card and ask what that meant. I told
him what I knew about it at that time. I did not know much, I was
always a donor. He said he would like to do it too. I never knew
he signed his learners license to be a donor until he was hurt and lifelink
approached me and ask if I was going along with his wishes. What
could I say?
He was tall, dark and handsome.
He had more girls calling than I had ever heard of.
He had always wanted to be
His favorite songs. Freebird,
The Way, Never ever, and for some reason Amazing Grace. He liked country
and rap music too.
He always like to wear his
dog tags, they were around his neck when he was hurt that night. I have
them with me now.
I loved him so much and still
cannot believe he is dead.
~from Brad's mom, Joyce.