Memories and ghosts of the past

Ten years ago today, one my dearest friends was taken from the world. He was far too young, being only one year younger than me. His death was painful, shot by a man he called friend. A stupid argument turned deadly for Adam and his girlfriend.

I remember the long drive to Lewiston to attend his funeral. I remember the many tears, hugs and love, shared between us, his family and friends. I remember the heartbreak as I realized there would be no more hugs, no more "Hey Darlin'" in his unmistakeable voice. I remember thinking of all the things left unsaid between us, that it was now too late to share.

Now all I have are the memories of our time together, ghosts from the past that haunt me to this day. I am blessed for having Adam in my life, for sharing a deep, loving friendship with him. He may have been younger than I, but he will always be my big brother. I know he is still with me, in my heart and in my memories, but sometimes, I swear, I can still feel his tender embrace, his loving arms holding me when I need it most.

Wind to thy wings ashke

In loving memory

Adam Austin Martensen Berglund

June 17, 1977 - May 16, 2000