Craig and the friends that I have reconnected with this week have reminded me that it is the times with Adam that I must hold onto and cherish...not so much when...or the amount...but that I was so fortunate to have had them...to have had Adam in my life. As I have read the Guest Book entries and blogs, the recurring items are so familar...his laugh...his smile and these two things keep magnifying his voice in my head-- his sweet, kind voice that always made me feel better. Even when he had would call so that I might make him feel better, he would wind up making me feel better, making me laugh and feel silly and sixteen all over again. I always benefited more than he did. So, I may be part selfish in begging for stories and pictures and video streams because I never want to not hear that laugh. For it was Adam's laugh...his smile...his voice, that got me through many dark and fearful moments. I always knew his laugh was a phone call away...whenever I needed it...no matter how many years had passed between swapping notes at Captain Shreve and him calling to make sure I made it through Hurricane Katrina...And that was one of the amazing things about our friendship...we always picked up right where we left off...and the next time I see him...we will pick up right where we left off.