My Best Friend Adam London

Those of you who know Adam probably know me. And those of you who know me probably know Adam.

Adam was a special friend. He was my special friend. We somehow always found a way to be together. Whether it was conquering camp, awkwardly getting through high school or navigating the real world. We were a team, a duo that was on our way to take over the world together.

Adam was so proud of me and was never shy or embarrassed to tell people how he truly felt about me. I know you all know that. And I, to no surprise, showed him off like a prized possession any chance I could get. Because of that we found ourselves weaving a web of people around us — all good, smart, talented, beautiful people.

Some of my fondest recent memories of Adam were introducing him to new friends of mine. I would talk him up to no end — saying how “he’s a little goofy, but he’s my person, you just need to meet him and you’ll understand why.”

But when they would meet in person, almost every time, the conversation started with him saying “Mikey, I’ve been texting them for weeks.” Adam just had to beat me to it. He inserted himself into my life without even asking me. And I certainly didn’t mind. He made a point to build relationships with people just because he knew they meant something to me. And that is how the web continued to weave.

Boy have we woven a pretty beautiful and intricate web. And while your string may have spun out, I will continue to weave it around you with the people you brought into my life and the ones I brought into yours, because we knew how to pick good people.

Eulogy for Adam London — February 2, 2016