Rosa told me today that our friend Adam passed away on April 28th. I knew he was sick, but I didn’t think he was that sick. It was cancer. Again. I’ve lost someone to cancer. Again.
I’m not crying. I haven’t. I can’t. I don’t know if I will. Part of me doesn’t want to give more emotion to such an illness. It doesn’t desirve it.

I hadn’t talked to Adam since he graduated in 2001, the year before me. We weren’t close friends, in what you’d consider close friends anyway. We were in drama club together. Drama club was the place where “special” friendships are made. It’s a breeding ground for private jokes. We shared the same part my 1st year in the club. It was color blind casting at it’s best. We studied lines together. We thought of little things that would make the role funnier, some worked, some didn’t, but we had fun with it. I was there in the wings the next year watching him when his hair style made him look like Don King. Sharing a role my 1st year gave us a friendship that only we understood, at least I think so. Any time I have a memory of running around the dressing rooms during a show or goofing off in the halls when we should have been going over lines, he’s usually in it. He was just your typical nice guy who you could laugh with, but that’s why I remember him.

I’m glad he’s finally at peace & I’m thankful for the memories.
I hope to see him again, some day.