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.
I've decided to honour his memory by urban foraging. I'm collecting herbs and plants for my homemade products.
Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality.
My son is dancing and singing in heaven now. His earthly struggles are gone, his burden is lifted.
In honour of my dearest, I have adapted my artwork. Adam Sun painted beautiful textured paintings with something he called "mooga": intricate brushstrokes in a psychedelic fashion. This represents the rock of love, the Rock of Ages.
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