2025 has been a blur, a frenetic blur, but a good blur. It's definitely the year of AI. I have used AI barely, and I have to admit it did a fine job of improving my writing. I just don't care to sound not like me, too perfect.
This year I saw Adam's roommate Ashleigh get married. I got a few notes from friends of Adam like this:
I've never seen a face like yours heard a laugh like yours or seen a smile so overwhelmingly contagious. but i never need to again- because you are a once in a lifetime person, that this world will mourn forever. love and miss you, adam ♥️
This year is hitting different. Fall of 2025 makes 10 years of "last times." Last time I saw Adam, hugged/talked to/made a sandwich for/gave a gift to/argued with for 10 years. He has missed so much, not the least of which being his own personal growth. I like to think he is free of turmoil and is living his best life out there. No need to worry about growth, because regardless of what happens, the earth-bound troubles will be gone. I'm pretty sure of that.
Whenever I think about giving up organizing the local Out of the Darkness Walk, in pops, "It's the least I can do to honor Adam's incredible life."
