Floyd James Adams

My father was a handsome man and a charmer, as this picture surely shows. When I was a child, I thought that he was the most handsome man that I'd ever seen. Perhaps all little girls are that way. I don't know but I was. He could do just about anything. Draw. Play guitar. Play harmonica. Make wood products. I have three bookcases that he made in my home now. A few doll beds. I have a cabinet that he made. A desk. A couple of small tables. A bench. A chair on my front porch. It's hard getting old and then gradually dying. It's also difficult to be without someone who you loved dearly for so long. August 31,1921 - September 27, 2001. On September 14, 2001, he had a stroke from which he never recovered. On September 27, he died. My father and my mother were married on April 27, 1940. When he lost her, he lost the will to live. He often told me that he missed her and would be going to be with her soon. I know that they are both asleep peacefully until the time of the promised resurrection. Home A Mother's Tribute to her Son My Mother Cindy's Poem - to Shawn My dog, Lobo!!