Adam was truly proud of his dad...he adored him, actually got a "kick" out of him...as different as they had been...several things always connected them...their fondness of the "Fighting Irish"...the Yankees....a love for Bruce Springsteen...the joys of playing poker...and the way he'd lovingly tell all of his friends his dad was "a master of the custodial arts"...Ted was always there...in Adam's backdrop...in the fields as he and Jordan played football and baseball...smiling in the halls with his equipment...ready to fix something or lend a hand...we all knew Ted's commitment...the way he possessed these old-fashioned morals that are seldom seen now days...and the effortless way he seemed to perform his many tasks...never complaining and doing many kind things that no one else (besides me) knew about...and he'd smile...only the way that Adam could smile (with warmth and brilliance)....and no one on earth (besides Jordan) could possibly be prouder of Ted's accomplishment tonight...
Something deep inside tells me that Adam was watching from above tonight...as an achievement in Ted's life was met...and as much as it means...the joy we'd have to share this with Adam is lost...my tears continue...wishing I could see him embrace his father...wishing....he could embrace this moment...