I woke up this morning to the realization that from this day until the day that I die - Bradd will not be a part of my life. I realized that this is a day that I wished would never come. A day that I have to begin my life without my best friend. The day that I would have to come to grips with the fact that Bradd and I are now in two different places. Places that buses, trains and ferries don't reach. A place that has no phone number, e-mail address, or beeper number. A place that only allows memories to be the means of communication - but they didn't say anything about mail. I do believe that mail gets through to Bradd. So I decided that since this is the only way that I can communicate with Bradd - that I would write him a letter.

Dear Bradd,

I have so many things that I want to say that if I wrote down every word - it would take you an eternity just to read them. But I will tell you that I am a little pissed off at you. You always complained that I did everything first. I got the first job and I got married first. Well, my friend - you got me on this one.

When I met you thirteen years ago, I had your number from hello. From the moment we shook hands for the first time, I saw you as a sarcastic, antagonistically, outspoken loudmouth who made sure the world know what he thought about everything. And now - after getting to know you as a friend, a brother-in-law and a brother in friendship for the past thirteen years - I know that you are a sarcastic, antagonistically, outspoken loudmouth who made sure the world know what he thought about everything - who I can't figure out how to live without.

You always thought that you never got what you deserved. I always got more free stuff and more camera time and all the accolades - but you got what you deserved and then some. You got the admiration, the respect and the love of everyone who had the honor of knowing you. You were extremely appreciated by each and every wrestler who's matches you commentated. You were loved by those in Ring Fever - both fans and staff - because you entertained all of us - and most importantly - you were revered very highly and superior to me because from that first interview to the last - you were the star.

I have to say I'm a little envious of you right now. You leave me here to interview wrestlers like the Rock and Stone Cold - while you have the pleasure of commentating matches that pit Andre The Giant and Owen Hart against Big John Studd and Ravishing Rick Rude. So who really got everything?

I hope that by reading this letter you finally realize just how much you meant to me. There are times I wanted to hit you in the head with a can of tuna - but never were you a bother, or a burden or a pain in the ass as you always thought - you were my brother - and you always will be.

Do me a favor? Make sure that when I get there, you save a seat for me next to you when you commentate your next wrestling match? - I can't wait.

I love you. Your brother, Paul