by Ashlea Crosser
I met adam in the spring of 2008. He was the kind of guy that I had always seen myself with. We started to date on March 25. We had a difficult relationship. His job required him to travel a lot, and this also caused stress which led to fights. No matter how much we fought, we always knew how much we loved each other. I never knew anyone like adam, and I never will again.
The morning of April 15 started like any other, we got up and got ready for the day and something was said that got us into a fight. We both left for work without an I love you or a kiss goodbye. That was the last time I saw that perfect face of his. He was on his way home that night. He sent me a text at 6:59 telling me he was at red light about two miles away from home and he would be home soon. Two hours later the cops showed up. He was riding his motorcycle when a car ran a stop sign. Adam did everything he could to stop. He hit the brakes and laid the bike down. It didn't work. He was killed instantly. He was 20. As soon as the cops told me this, it was like I was in a tunnel. I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, and there was a lump in my throat that wouldn't let me breathe.
The next week or so was all a blur. We made several trips to the funeral home as they did their best to make him presentable for the funeral. There was so much damage to his head and face that it took them nearly a week. The first time I saw him I broke down. All I could do was cry. It wasn't my Adam in that box. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. The funeral had a huge turnout, 800 plus. Everyone was in shock to see such a young life go. When it came time for the family to say their final goodbyes, Adam's father had to pick me up and take me out of the room when it was time to go. I didn't want to leave him.
Going up to see Adam is still hard, but it gets easier as the days and months go by. He will be gone a year in April, it/s hard to believe. I still grieve and mourn, but I know that he would want me to be happy. I went and saw him today and it still makes me cry to have to do that, and I suppose it might always.
But he is in a better place and he went doing something he loved.
RIP caveman, I love you.
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