Joseph Bradford Dooley, II. So many memories, little league games, the Holton Trotters, way too many to relate here.
One day I will never forget, was that early morning, on Montgomery Road in Newark, Ohio, and in the space of a minute, that Navy vehicle, took you away, and your Mother and I just sat there and stared at each other, and cried, in that instant, Brad was gone, our little Brad.
I remember fishing at Dillon, our raft trip, a trip to Michigan with Albert, Eating at Dagwood's with Darrell, a few trips to New York, Shamrock Printing.
The thing I will always remember the most, is that you have accomplished all that you have, on your own. You headed to New York on your own. I thank Debra Dooley for what she has done for you, and I thank whatever "God's" were in the heaven that directed you to Bernie, a marriage made in heaven, so to speak.
You have exceeded our expectations in mapping out your life, we could not be more pleased.
Happy birthday, my Son, your Father is very proud of you. You are always in our thoughts, but today, even moreso .........................
