ABOUT ADAM – PHOTO GALLERY

As I open the side door to my home tonight in pops a cricket. Normally I would be trying to whisk him away or even spat him, but this time I just watched him bounce and bounce and then I directed him to the basement where he could be at peace and chirp all he wants to, because you see crickets are special to me now. As my son sits at heavens gates waiting for ol dad, I am learning from all his friends and my staff who he really is. You see ol dad drives the BMW owns his own company, has a nice house, but he missed knowing his own son, because he was too busy. Oh yea, we talked all day – one liners, for when he wanted a real conversation he went to dads' secretaries or to his friends. Adam and I became much closer in the past year. We laughed more at each other and hung out on father’s day. He was developing into his adulthood as I was breathlessly waiting on the next move of maturity. You see I never told Adam how happy I was to see his face every morning. Because of his diabetes and his many trips to the ER and intensive care, I never waited for him to be 15 minutes late for work. I was worried sick until he popped in. He knew about those times, and how worried I was. He would always say I'm sorry dad, I didn't want to worry you. If he only knew how I felt the days he showed up on time. The craziness turns out was creativity. The strings popping and the drums pounding were music. The scotch tape and glue (boy he used a ton) were art. Dear ol dad didn't know that. Adam wanted to be buried in a shroud and didn't want to be embalmed. Although dad initiated that conversation he didn't get to hear his wishes because work was more important, the secretaries knew. I knew he had a book on Judaism and joked with him about it. I also saw him reading about the Muslim faith. I didn't know he was on a religious mission. The minister did. Yea the minister who never met him knew more than dear ol dad. On the tribute show the kids put on WMUL they played a song in which they said that Adam brought his synthesizer and made cricket sounds throughout the song. So you see it's too late to tell Adam what I think about him now although someday I will join him and make collages and beat the drums. Until then all I can do is listen to the crickets.

Your grieving father......dear ol dad