“And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d of had to miss the dance”
– Garth Brooks
Today is an anniversary we wish we didn’t have. Twenty years ago, my wife’s brother, Brad, passed away. I never knew him, but Stacie tells me that there is no place he’d rather be than behind the wheel of a tractor on the farm in Kentucky. My family has many fond memories of Uncle Brad, and this is one of them.