Red Wings prospect Jack Adams discusses a very difficult anniversary in his latest “You Don’t Know Jack” blog entry:
Early each morning, I ride the stationary bike at rehab in downtown Boston, next to a window overlooking a variety of city views: the State House, financial buildings and hundreds of people. However, what usually grabs my attention are the beautiful trees in the park. Lately, I’ve been seeing the trees change. From a sheeny green to a dull orange, the trees are always different. It’s kind of like the rhythm of life – always evolving. That’s what my life has felt like for the past 365 days.
I’m unfortunately a member of the club that no one wants to be in. Today, September 18th, marks the one-year anniversary of my role model’s passing. My brother Roosy’s unexpected death is truly the tragedy of a lifetime. The power that grief possesses is insanely potent. The death of a loved one consumes you from the first breath you take in the morning, all the way until you fall asleep at night. It’s so powerful. But, like the trees, I’m changing, evolving.
