John Raitt
The memory that keeps coming back to me of Chad is when I was about 12 years old. Me, my mom, my sister and Chad were playing Uno like the many nights before. For whatever reason I finally understood the meaning of the game's name being Uno and I blurted out, "Hey, did you guys know this is Spanish!?" Chad and my mom laughed for what felt like an hour. We'd all stop laughing for a moment, then he'd start laugh at it again and we all just busted out laughing again. His laugh was very contagious and it was kind of like a wheezing laugh, but a health wheezing laugh. I loved Chad like a father and I have many regrets of not seeing him as much in my adult life.