Saturday, June 28, 2025

My Sunny Son

Every day, Adam would get up early, with a smile on his face, and step out into the world. The last 20 years of his life were filled with loneliness, physical pain, madness, and poverty, yet he never complained. He never gave up. He never begged, borrowed or stole. His strength and integrity keep my spirit high. 

If he could do it, so can I.


 I have been frozen in grief since November 18, 2023, and his memory keeps me strong. 

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