My memories of Brendan is not only of him but his family and their bond. I was a friend of the family and would come over to visit his father. Immediately I took a liken to the kid. I remember my 1st meeting Brendan on a visit. He was laying on the couch eating some sort of finger food and watching television. My thought was, this kid has the life! He is enjoying the fruits of his parents labor without a care in the world. After that I use to refer to him as Young Master Brendan. In my memories he will always be the that young teenage boy that would challenge this old man in basketball. I wouldn't admit to him but he had game, we had plenty of close ones as the young gazelle would run around the court using his speed and I would have to use my body to slow him down. No matter who won or lost, he always had a big smile at the end as we knew there was next time. Although I wasn't in his life everyday, it seriously ripped my heart to hear the news. I can honestly say not a day goes by, I don't think of him. I have understood now that when I think of him, I must think of the positive. I must think of the smiling 15 yr old with the afro wanting to braid his hair. I must think of the block shots and stolen passes. I must think of the big smile. I must think of the teenager that really thought for a minute I would let him drive my car if I lost a game. I must think of the good times and cherish them.