Emily Lowe
I cried for days, and listened to Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx over and over when Adam moved to London. We lost touch after he moved, but I have lots of memories of my friendship with Adam. When I got the news, I went straight to my yearbook and three pictures fell out (one of me and Adam at a Jr. High School dance we went to together, one of Adam on his scooter in my driveway with Mike Rosati and Tanji Gosch, and one of us in our red band jackets :) (he played the trumpet and I played the clarinet!)). I’m sorry we never got back in touch, Adam, but I will always remember you, and I hope your spirit lives on in your children. –Emily (Secaur) Lowe