Dear Adam,

It’s been eight months since you passed away. I miss you so much. A lot of things have changed so much since you left. I got to know your awesome kids more. How your kids are so much like you. I stare in awe every time they say something cute. We (Rita & I) finally granted one of your wishes; we got our boys to finally play together. Adam, you would have loved this: they sat and played marbles. It was unbelievably cute.

With your passing, I have become a better friend to those how I care deeply for. I have told people how I really feel for them. Something that was so foreign to me before. You know, I replay that night we were coming home from a night of drinking when I spilled my guts out to you. That I loved you and I regretted not going further in our relationship besides being best friends. You looked at me like I was crazy and said nothing. l laughed it off. Maybe it was my intuition, knowing I wouldn’t have you in my life for very much longer, because you were gone four months later. I also remember you telling Josh to take care of me every chance you had. He is, Adam. He is.

I do wish I had one more chance to hug you or high five you. I miss you so much, my best friend. Save my seat, Adam, because when we are finally reunited I am going to have a lot of stories for you.

Your friend, age 33