One last post about Adam

Hello,

My name is Sandy.  I think Adam mentioned me a few times before on this blog.  I was looking through his writing and didn’t realize just how hurt he was.  I didn’t realize how much he was suffering.  Maybe I could have been there more for, as a better shoulder to lean on.  I know he put up with my griping enough.

It’s been a struggle to come to this post.  Maybe a little background would be appropriate.  I only knew Adam for a short time, but in that space he was a good writer and a better friend. Let me tell you, it is rare to find someone that nice in a city like this.  Everyone at the playhouse definitely liked him, and no one could lug the sandbags around like he could.  He was quiet, but when he spoke up, he always had something good to say.

Sure, his play was a little silly, but trust me, I’ve seen Master’s students from some of the best dramatic institutions in America put out work that was absolute trash compared to Adam’s play.  As a freshman effort, it was a promising start.  I guess we weren’t able to help him realize that.

A few days ago, he received a special email.  He didn’t want to read it, so I decided to read it for him.  At first I thought maybe it was a positive review, but it wasn’t anything like that.  It was a story, about Adam.  It was a happy story, one where he had someone who truly cared about him, and where he didn’t feel the way he did now.  It was funny, and the format threw me off at first, but   As I was reading it, something was changing in him.  He seemed happier, content even.  He even laughed once, though I think he was being a little sarcastic.  He probably thought of it all as a stupid game, not something that could possibly help him.

Sorry, I don’t really know how to describe what happened next.  He just…disappeared.  The moment I finished the story, he was gone.  It was like, there was electricity in the air, and there was a brief burst of fire, and then he was gone.  Shelley jumped into my lap and wouldn’t move, no matter what.  She’s living with me now (well, me and my two other cats).  Seriously, sometimes I’m worried that I’m going to end up like a crazy cat lady or something, hahaha.

Oh god, this is insane.  Adam was my friend.  I was pretty freaked out when he disappeared.  I thought maybe I’d gone crazy or something.  I still don’t really understand, but I did some research, and it seems like this was intended to happen.  I don’t know where he is now, but I hope he’s happy.  I liked the story I read to him.

So that’s about it.  I don’t think I’ll be sticking around this blog.  It was Adam’s, and I’d like it to remain as a testament to him.  You all seemed to genuinely care about him, so I thank you for that.

This is as good a place as any to end this post.  Thank you all for being such good friends to Adam.  I know that’s what he wanted more than anything.

3 Responses to “One last post about Adam”

  1. Dryunya Says:

    Don’t worry, we made sure Adam is happy where he is now.

    Also, do your cats happen to be polydactyl? Just asking.

  2. theimprobableone Says:

    Thank you for being a friend to Adam, and for letting us know what happened. I’m sure that, as Dryunya says, Adam is happy where he is now.

    (And it takes a lot more than three cats to be a crazy cat lady. Just be sure to maintain human friendships as well, and I’m sure you’ll be fine.)

  3. Bug Says:

    Thank you for letting us know what happened. We’ll miss him, but I hope, wherever he is now, then he’s happy. He deserved it.