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Jesus love me this I know
For the Bible Tells me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but He is strong
Yes Jesus love me
Yes Jesus Loves me
Yes Jesus Loves me
The Bible Tells me so.

When I stayed with Janine and Adam at the hospital Tuesday night I sang and sang this song to him.
He would lift his eyebrows and open his eye and everytime I quit singing he would squeeze my hand to sing some more. This is Adams favorite song.

The Love Of Adam
Adam your love reaches out to all of us in the most wonderful of ways.
Your smile and laugh brightened up so many dark and dreary days.
We loved your Af flax duck sound that you mimicked and made.
You let out many comicical yells and hollers of quite an array.
you always got our undivided attention without hesitation or delay.
Our joy of seeing you, when mom Janine wheeled you into church was well displayed.
You could make everyone around you smile and feel so gay.
Your love warms our hearts like the suns beautiful bright rays.
you know each of us by our voice and touch that you lovingly surveyed.
The love we have for you Adam will stay strong and never sway.
You are our 46-year old baby; your life can never be outweighed!
Though you weren't able to attend church for a while your love never once strayed.
Our love for you Adam is deep within our hearts forevermore to stay.
You made an impact on all of our lives as your sweet childlike love you conveyed.
The love you gave us Adam was a gift from God that will never ever stray.
The love of Adam! That is how your life is portrayed.

Written for The love of Adam
By
Aunt Diane Huggins
4/4/04
I wrote this for Adam and since have changed some words.

ADAM'S EVE
"OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN"
BY JANINE WILEY (ADAM'S MOM)

We take for granted riches in life;our food, our homes, our clothing. Sometimes, the most unfortunate souls, are the ones without even trying completely change our outlook on life. Open the gate and follow me down a once traveled path, eventually unfolding the story of Adam, my greatest inspiration;my son.
The story begins about twenty-four years ago when following my graduation, I began working in an instituation for the mentally retarded. A year later I met Adam, soon to become my adopted son.
Placed in an institution at the age of seven, when most children are enrolling in school Adam began a long journey of hardships. He was born with Down's Syndrome to parents who were both mentally afflicted and in 1958, most capable parents were discouraged from attempting to care for these children.
"So let it unfold; Adam's incredible journey."
A year after my employment began I met Adam. So rambunctious and withdrawn, all at once, he was probably the easiest challenge I've ever had. Now since his passing just nine months ago, my pleateau of strength continues to grow ever steeper, striving someday to join him up above.
Assimilated as a toddler, Adam amazed everyone with his sense of humor; some-times pretending to nap, just to let our a scream to startle them. If you glanced over, there he wold be, laughing at his accomplishments. Also his sight had altered through the years leaving him legally blind. Adam liked to fool people in believeing he couldn't see at all, however, just enough light would shadow a figure for him to grab; often just to quickly release so he could "get a good laugh in."
Years go by, bringing the closure of the institution. Without hesitation I retired with Seventeen years of greatful service. I legally adopted Adam and bought a house in the country; the home Adam never had. Coming from a large family, now I could share with him a family he never had.
Thirty-six hour days would have been perfect for us. We'd easily drive a hundred miles a day; maybe a different playground or just a different family outing. He really enjoyed Sundays; attending the little children Bible class. Then immediately after services, we'd go to dinner at Granny Mary's or Aunt Jo's, or taking turns each week, frequenting at Aunt Janet's or Aunt Joni's. On the bad snowy days we would just stay home with Aunt Suzie.
Adam had never been around so many people who truly loved him, and taught him, that innocence was packaged in little tikes; McKenzie, who was one year old, would crawl right towards Adam, and safetly cuddle in his lap;"he's my Adam", she would say. Sunny and Sammi would beg me to let them help feed him;intrigued with the mechanics of a feeding tube.
Nonetheless, Adams health began to spirial. In March, he was admitted to the intensive care unit, suffering from A.R.D.S. ( Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome).
There lay a child, so very helpless, on a ventilator. I never left his side. I'd become a fixture there for the remaining weeks, soon leading to his journey's end.
When mechanical ventilation no longer seemed to help him, I was faced with the most terrifying decision of my life. The doctor's assured me that with themortality rate of A.R.D.S., Additionally, the fact that Adam had Down's was another strike against him.
As I sat and watched the morphine ease his pain, I squeezed his little hand. I know God gave me the opprotunity of my lifetime; He allowed me to love a child. They are such a treasure. While I held his frail little body in my arms, I whispered, "Go on now baby, take hold of God's hand; He's waiting for you"...I told him that all the bad things will now be better..."Open your eyes, now you'll see everything...Mommy loves you, Adam...Go on now...I'll be alright"...
We reassure ourselves of images of Heaven. I just know Adam's in charge of the elves at Christmas time and I can almost see him up there tugging on one of the angels piggy-tails.
I believe with all my heart that God led Adam down that path years ago; so I could care for him. But I gladly handed him over to God; I had exhausted every avenue that he needed...within my power...
Today, Adam is my inspiration to succeed in the nursing field. I lose sleep to study harder and study harder when I can't sleep.
"What a difference we can make in our children's lives...what a difference they make in ours".

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