To, Adam; Love, Jay
by Jamon Bollock
My husband, best friend, soulmate, and adventure buddy is gone. Adam died suddenly of a heart attack while we were hiking at Mt. Rainier National Park on the day before his 40th birthday. His heart gave out, and my heart is shattered.
Adam was brilliant, charming, hilarious, handsome, hunky, silly, quirky, daring, methodical, and generous. He had the most heartwarming, infectious laugh I’ve even known. If he was your friend, he was your best friend.
Few marriages in this world are actually perfect – ours was one of them. We were partners, buddies, kindred spirits, husbros, and true soulmates. He taught me to appreciate the beauty in weird things, to be optimistic even in the darkest times, and to get over my fears of snorkeling and helicopters. Before I met him, I was so lonely, but he brought light and joy into my life.
Adam, you’re my favorite – the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You were taken from this earth too early. Your death was cruel and unfair. I’m so grateful for the last seven years with you, and so angry that the universe didn’t allow us to have more time together. I don’t know what will happen to my life now, but I hope you stay with me in some way.
I hope Milo, Douglas, and Grandma Kate welcomed you into heaven. And I hope your spirit and energy never leave me. I love you and I miss you more than is humanly possible, but at least I know that I’ll see you on the other side of the rainbow bridge when it’s my turn.
