akaangela
Member
On Jan 2 2014 I found out my son, James Robert Adams, died. He was only 22 y.o. I thought my life was hard enough, dealing with depression and other health issues, but I found out that that is nothing when your kid dies. I keep asking WHY?. I keep thinking it isn't real. That it is a bad nightmare and I will wake up. It has to be a mistake. Then I remember the officer coming to the door. I just keep thinking that I will hear his voice or see a post by him on facebook or something. I keep think please don't let this be real. People keep asking me what they can do. People say they are keeping me in their prayers. I am trying to understand what I did so wrong that I am being punished this way. He was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him. I am trying to remember that there is a reason to go on. I can't forget that I was just wondering how his life was going to be in 5, 10 years. I was hoping for a girlfriend for him. A good job. It can't be real. It just can't.
I am just shocked and hurting beyond what I thought was possible. I am trying not to let anyone who knew him fall through the cracks. Everyone who meet him loved him. I will try and keep everyone posted.
I know some of you knew James and loved him and I am sorry not to contact you each indivudually. I am just not thinking straight right now and am trying to cover all of our friends. Thank you for all your support
I am just shocked and hurting beyond what I thought was possible. I am trying not to let anyone who knew him fall through the cracks. Everyone who meet him loved him. I will try and keep everyone posted.
I know some of you knew James and loved him and I am sorry not to contact you each indivudually. I am just not thinking straight right now and am trying to cover all of our friends. Thank you for all your support