Brogan Adams (@badamsski) — Chucktown ‘22
Dear Stosh Adams, I think I saw you up in heaven today. Way up above the clouds as I was flying back home. The man next to me, writing his journeys in his notebook. Writing about how he misses his wife that he lost to cancer in 2013. The man writing specifically to tell her how he has followed through with their dreamscape promises to each other of traveling the world. Stosh, I saw you in his stories that he told me over the two hour flight, I saw you in the golden rays showering the endless waves of clouds. I hope that you’re proud of what I’ve become and I hope you’re looking foreword to the promises I’ve made you recently. Such as bringing you around the world with me, like this man does with his wife. I hope you’re looking down on me every day, waiting for me to give you a visit, but letting me do it on my own time, in my own way. I hope you know that I love you, and I hope you know that I miss you. Happy birthday to the king, I Love you Bro.