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From birth, Adam was special. He was the baby boy that my Dad always wanted to have. He was a bit of a Mama's boy in his younger years, and I remember having to sit outside the steps of his Kindergarten class with him for at least half the year, because he was so afraid of leaving Mom. He grew into a young man that exceeded all expectations academically. His intelligence was innate and teachers LOVED him, because he was such a warm, sweet, caring little child. He grew up in such a loving home, and it showed in his nature. He never judged. He became a young man that people were instantly drawn to. Not daring or arrogant, but unpretentious, unassuming, and humble. As an adult, his circle of friends was broad. He had friends of all ages, all backgrounds, from the typical Southeast Texas Redneck, to an elderly gentleman who was a Rocket Scientist. He was a peacemaker, and the kind of person that unlike most of us, was truly able to see the GOOD in just about anybody. He despised closed-mindedness, and rose up against hatred and arrogance and greed. Adam was a calm, simple man, with simple needs. He never allowed himself to buy into mainstream ideas, if they didn't fit with what he already believed. He was passionate for the "underdog". His love of nature and hunting brought him to the homeland~the place of his father's birth, many years ago. And in those woods, he found peace and solace, and many MORE friends. There was almost nothing Adam couldn't do, build, figure out, or put together. He was a natural at most everything he tried to do. Although he never had a wife, or children of his own, little kids were enamored by his presence. Jason and Jenna, his niece and nephew absolutely adored him. They called him "Uncle Madam" most of the time. When they knew he was coming to see them, or they were going up to Jacksonville, they would hold hands and jump up and down. The last time they saw him over Thanksgiving, they both ran at him so hard to hug him, that it almost knocked him down. Those kids couldn't get enough of their Uncle. He was so patient, and so kind. He was never in a hurry. He got there, when he got there. Adam was just Adam. The guy with a room full of snakes in his trailer, only a few beers in his refrigerator,(and usually nothing else), a pot of deer chili on the stove, and Spongebob on TV. There were two books in his magazine rack in his bathroom. Quantum Physics, and Calvin & Hobbes. This world lost what was honestly one of the best the human race had to offer on the night that Adam died. It sounds cliche to say, but he indeed WAS one in a million. As his sister, and the mother of the children that loved him beyond words, I am heartbroken. For me, for Julie, but mostly for Jason and Jenna. They now must grow up with only the memories of their beloved Uncle Adam. They will never know how much he could have enriched their little lives. Thank you all for knowing him. Feel FORTUNATE if you got a chance to know him, because if he ever called you friend, he was your friend for life. Rest in Peace my little brother. We'll miss you everyday, until we can see you again.
Thursday, December 15, 2011 |
