03/26/2026
Today I’m thinking about my brother, Brad McClelland. It’s been six years, and not a day goes by where he doesn’t cross my mind.
We go way back to grade 7 he wasn’t just a friend, he was my only real close one at that time. I was always at his house. That place felt like a second home to me. We’d spend hours out in the forest, just being kids, getting into whatever we could, laughing, getting drunk, smoking weed,playing video games and just living free with no worries in the world.
What I remember most is the music. Me and Brad would always be rapping, freestyling, going back and forth in rap battles, pushing each other to be better. He didn’t just listen, he believed in me. He inspired me to keep going, to take it serious, to find something in myself I didn’t even fully see yet.
Life took me in a different direction. I moved away from Athabasca to Edmonton chasing that path, chasing music, chasing something bigger. And if I’m being real… a part of me always felt like I left him behind. I know he felt it too. He wanted to come with me, but life had him on a different road. And somewhere along the way, things got heavy for him.
Brad wasn’t just a friend , he was a real one. Solid, loyal, gangster to the core, but with a heart that people don’t always get to see. He stood on who he was, and he stood by the people he cared about.
Today I just want to say I miss you, bro. I carry those memories with me, the forest, the laughs, the raps, all of it. You helped shape who I am, and I’ll never forget that.
Like my brother War Medicine said ,you only die twice… once when you leave this world, and once when your name is spoken for the last time.
So today, I’m saying your name. I’m remembering you. And I’m letting everyone know you mattered, and you still do.
Rest easy, Brad. I got you forever.
