In Memory of..

Read at your own risk. Just remembering Adam.

On the second of December, my high school friend Adam died in a vehicle accident at work. I've been having a lot of mixed emotions since then. My first reaction was that it couldn't possibly be true. I mean, I found out on FB, and I had hoped it was just a cruel joke.

Part of the reason I thought it was a lie (besides finding out on the internet) was because Adam was born only a few short hours before I was, in the same hospital. For all we know, our mothers could have been in rooms right next to each other, screaming bloody murder. He's no more than three hours older than me- how is it that he is gone?

He offered to fail a grade for me once, when I had been held back due to my constant jigging. Adam, April, Braden, and a lot of others would come over and hang out at my father's house while he was working.

Between Adam and Jared, they both kept my locker filled with 2L bottles of Pepsi. They would often go to the Irving down the hill and bring back *bags* of it. In grade 11, we had almost every single class together. When I was in grade 10 or so, he had asked me out. I said 'yes', being completely flabbergasted, and then avoided him like a plague until we 'broke up'. I was quite nervous of boys back then.

I remember playing all sorts of drinking games with him, and he always made sure I would win.

He wore a lot of tie dye shirts, which would bring out his very red hair. He talked a lot about hunting and sports, and when we were hanging out, he'd quickly set us up with something (alcoholic) to drink.

He never made me pay to have a cigarette, and he always lent me his coat if it was raining outside during break. We went to a few dances together, one in which we were both so drunk that we could hardly stand. (Yeah, I wasn't the most savoury kid back in the day) It took many people to help me stand upright, and for some reason, our vice principle never gave us any trouble.

Despite the fact I toppled over Mr Hare, waving at him like a maniac before proceeding to slap his behind. (Which started a very strange but cherished relationship)

After this prom, in which I was technically Holly's date, about 12 of us ended up at my father's house, sleeping on a very tiny army cot, laying on top of each other like Jenga blocks. One girl slept with only her head on the cot, and the rest of her body was on a very comfortable garbage bag of clothes.

My dad completely flipped his lid the next day, as we had all slept in our underwear (try sleeping in a huge prom dress!) and he was sure all of us had every STD known to man. Between Ricky and Adam, they actually got my father to back off.

Adam was a sweet guy, and he's going to be dearly missed.