God, I miss him! It’s 11 months to the day since Adam’s death. My son, Adam, was only 36 years old. His life had meaning. The loss is just so painful. The grief unimaginable. The anger never ends.
Adam had three brothers and a sister. He had a niece and nephews and a son. He loved the outdoors and was a spiritual man, which few knew.
My son and I had long talks. He would call me on his break or lunchtime. I miss his voice and his “I love yous”. We miss him at every family gathering and holiday. We are left with no closure.
Adam had a beautiful smile, a big heart, and gave great hugs. He loved helping people: his customers, family, friends and people he didn’t even know.
The world was blessed with his time here. He is with his creator now and will be with us always.
In loving memory of Adam. We will not give up in our search for justice. Love, you Son. Mom.