I spent part of Saturday afternoon with an old friend of Adam's...being with him made my heart fill with happy memories of my son...I can sometimes see reflections of him shining through their eyes...because Adam by true definition was defined by the many friendships he had...and when they choose to take time...precious time...to be with me and talk about better moments...my heart melts...Sunday...another visit...a different friend...Jordan and I talk about something a few people mentioned to us...they had been afraid to reach out to me...because they didn't know what to say...and it broke their hearts but avoidance may have been easier...than facing the reality of something like this really happening to normal people...and that it sometimes makes them fear...if they delved too deep...it makes it real enough to happen to any other family, like theirs and they need to avoid it...fears...perhaps those younger friends who still come by...their fears aren't fully formed? Or perhaps God is orchestrating them to be here...for us...for me, since it's what's helping me most...