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Born in Canada on September 29, 1978, to David Blakely and Betty Ann Desjardins |
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29 September 1978
Your date of conception was on or about 6 January 1978 which was a Friday.
You were born on a Friday
under the astrological sign Libra.
Your Life path number is 9.
The year 1978 was not a leap year.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Jerry Lee Lewis (1935)
Gene Autry (1907)
Stanley Kramer (1913)
Bryant Gumbel (1948)
Top songs of 1978
Kiss You All Over by Exile, Night Fever by Bee Gees, Le Freak by Chic, Baby Come Back by Player, Thicker Than Water by Andy Gibb, Shadow Dancing by Andy Gibb, Stayin' Alive by Bee Gees, Three Times a Lady by Commodores
Your birthstone is Sapphire. Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Sapphire is used for clear thinking. Your birth tree is the Hazelnut Tree, the Extraordinary. The Hazelnut tree means charming, undemanding, very understanding, knows how to make an impression, active fighter for social cause, popular, moody and capricious lover, honest and tolerant partner, precise sense of judgement.
The moon's phase on Friday, September 29, 1978
was waning crescent.
Moon's age (days): 26
Distance (Earth radii): 62.63
Percent Illumination 7.21%
Ecliptic latitude (degrees): -1.74
Ecliptic longitude (degrees): 152.87
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| July 28, 2005 |
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Brad's Eulogy
Well, I never thought I’d be standing here.
Thinking about doing this, I thought, it should have been the other way around, Brad sitting here trying to hold onto memories of me; not me trying to hold onto memories of him. And the question on everyone’s mind - - Why Brad? Why would you end your young life like this? Why? - No one really knows the answer and many of us will blame ourselves, thinking we might have done something to add to his state of mind; but only Brad knows the answer. We will never know. But we do know that Brad did not do this to hurt us for something we did, nor was it something Brad would have done if he could have seen another way. Brad knew it would be hard on us. He spent his last morning calling his mom, dad and brother to say goodbye and assure them of his love for them. He had thought it out and came to place dear to his heart and a place he knew he would feel safe and secure in his final hours and would not be alone in death; which I believe was one of his fears.
I have known Brad since the day he was born. Brad and his brother Trevor spent a lot of weekends and holidays at their grandparents, therefore staying just next door, only a field between the houses. It was nothing to see two little fellows sneaking over behind Grandma’s back, not knowing she was watching them cross to field the whole time. Most of the time there by 7:30 a.m.
Brad spent his visits trailing my three children around doing kid’s stuff – bike riding, tobogganing and so on. Trevor –Do you remember those wedgies you got? We don’t want to talk about those, do we? Brad was famous for giving little brother wedgies.Brad was the quiet one, so laidback, but when a bunch of kids get together, there are always adventures, and Brad had his share.
One time, we had built a new house adjacent to the old one, and the kids were told to stay out of the old house because it was in the process of being torn and down and there were no floors on the main level; just support beams. Well being kids,they decided to go exploring in the old house. Low and behold, Brad fell off a beam down to the bottom floor. Somehow my kids managed to get him out without so much as a scratch on him. This was one of many secrets kept for years.
Another time Brad decided to jump on the handlebars of his cousin’s bike and ride down a steep hill. Brad slid farther down the hill on his face than he rode on the handlebars. With some soap and water, bumps and bruises, he was good to go again. Although Brad was usually quiet as a child, he did put on a good show for one thing. We use to watch that TV show “Family Matters”, with the character Steve Urkel. Brad would hike his pants up, wrinkle his nose and talk in that high pitched nasal talk. His nickname became “Urkel”.
Then Brad grew into his teen years where his days were spent with hay days on the farm and doing woodworking and making horseshoes with his Grandfather, and sitting in front of the Nintendo for hours with the rest of the kids One of my fondest memories of his teen years were the squirt gun fights. It was who had the biggest squirt gun ,who got the wettest, and I didn’t always get missed. One day Dianna and Brad fell in the manure pile, a long story short– it was a shitty day.
Being a teenager was a challenge in life and Brad seemed to get easily bogged down with it. He seemed to struggle with his actions and found goals to be insurmountable. Most things that Brad did, he did well, but he never seemed satisfied with the results. If only he could have seen that he was capable of anything. If only he could have gained the confidence that seemed out of his reach for his short life.
In the last years of his life, Brad seemed to get caught up in the fast lane of life; a place he was not always content with. Knowing Brad and remembering our serious discussions about things in his life; his thoughts and feelings about the whys and wherefores of this world we live in; I could see that Brad was a very sensitive, caring guy. Brad seemed overwhelmed by the typical ups and downs this world hands us, much less other problems. Brad always wondered why life couldn’t be more simple. All Brad really seemed to want in life was a steady job, income and a family of his own, as he loved children, especially teasing them. He teased my grandchildren so often that he got the nickname “Bad Brad”. Every time one of the kids called him “Bad Brad”, he’d grin from ear to ear with a little snicker.
He dreamed of a happy, contented life without the pressures and stress we all seem to have to deal with. Brad was always a bit reserved and felt that; at his age, he should be able to deal with consequences of his actions without needing support of those around him.
Brad, I wish you had come to us just one more time, but I guess you felt you were beyond that. Now that we are all here and Brad is not, we need to pull together and pick up the pieces and try to contend with the hole now in our lives. As I look around at all the faces here, I know that more people cared than Brad could ever have imagined.
I would like to thank you all for all the support you have given as we share Brad’s memory –whether they be good or bad. Just remember the good times the most and I know they will be treasured in each and everyone of our hearts – forever.
Today is the day we have to say “Goodbye,” we love you Brad and we will always love you. We will miss your smiling face and wisecracks.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
LOVE
Aunt Pat Blakely
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| July 23, 2006 |
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| 18 Months |
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Sometimes the words flow
And sometimes it’s tears
We wish you had not left us
You still had so many years
Our hearts still are broken
Our pain still so strong
A year and a half gone by now
We still search for what went wrong
The answers are never clear
The questions never quit
We continue to ask why
But answers we’ll never get
For you, Dear Bradley,
Are the only one who knows
The pain and frustration that
Lead to the path you chose.
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| July 23, 2007 |
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| July 23, 2008 |
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| September 29, 2008 |
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| July 23, 2009 |
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Four Years
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| 2005 |
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Brad passed away on July 23, 2005 at the age of 26. He will be sadly missed, but he will remain in our hearts forever. |
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