10 yrs

A lot has changed in 10 yrs other than the fact that we still miss you.  Cindy and Charlie

Well, I just noticed that I had some stories in "draft" status and never published.  Woops!  Here's a gift to everyone on Adam's 36th birthday.  Happy birthday bro.  We love you!

Sent in by Christa Colby

Wow, where do you start with the many stories of Adam Puckett?
I work in the IT Department at Whitney, so I guess I became Adam’s “personal tech support”. Adam was having issues with his laptop or something, so Calvin Mosbey gave my name to Adam to contact me for assistance. Of course like with every company we have a system to contact Help Desk, but since he was Calvin’s buddy… I had to help him. While I am connected to his laptop trying to fix his issue he starts talking and telling stories. We all know how this boy LOVED to talk. Lol We immediately became friends and had so much in common. I introduced him to several of my friends/coworkers, so he started going out with us. My friends would tell him he was the male version of me. I guess that boiled down to having fun, talking to anyone, and of course being a big flirt.
This brings me to my story of Adam the Flirt... We would go to Legends (a bar in Metairie) with a group of friends/coworkers. Adam used to flirt with this lady named Ruby who hangs out in Legends every Thursday night. She would just light up when he walked in the door. He would compliment her and just make her feel so good. He was always trying to get her out on the dance floor. She just LOVED all the attention he gave her. Now, let me describe Mrs. Ruby…she is about 5’2”, black beehive hair, she wears gaudy jewelry with skin tight leopard pants… oh and before I forget….Mrs. Ruby is 84 years old. Too Funny!

7 Years

Adam, I can't believe it has already been 7 years since the day you left us. I was thinking about that day today, and it didn't even occur to me until after that this was your anniversary. It's always hard and painful thinking about you and that day, but after each year goes by, I find it easier to accept and comforting to know that where you are now is a wonderful place. Here's to your life and all that you accomplished in such a short amount of time. You are truly an inspiration to us all. Jonathan

6 Years

It's been 6 years. I still can't believe you were only 26 on that day. You seemed so much older to me then and still do now. I have a hard time swallowing the fact that I'm 28 now, but you'll always be 26 to me, yet still seem older than me. I haven't been back to Tiger Stadium in about 2-3 years for a game. I have you to thank for my love of LSU football. I didn't know a ton of people when I started my Freshman year, but you always invited me to come to you and your friends' tailgates. I never really went to any other tailgates for the rest of my college career because I had the most fun hanging out with you. I remember once or twice you brought oysters and you shucked them as I charbroiled them at the tailgate. People from other tailgates were coming over and trying to barter with us so that they could have some of our oysters. I think we made some good trades for sausage and boudin, especially because you were only happy with giving up 1 or 2 oysters for a whole plate of food from someone else, haha. I'll always be thankful for all those games that we went to together. Thanks for taking me in and making me feel welcome. Those games were some of the best days of my life that I'll never forget. We all miss and love you so much Adam.

It's been five years, Adam, and it just seems like yesterday that you left us. Well, you're not here with us physically anymore, but your spirit sure seems to surround us every day.  There's been so many things happen that don't seem like coincidences.  It's sort of funny, finding out now all the things that you did while you were alive, that you took the liberty to "recreate" the truth about.  The scratches on the bottom of your kneeboard, the outside mirror on your truck getting ripped off, and just yesterday I finally hear the "truth" on how you nearly lost your eye, due to a "rock throwing" incident.  Oh, and "Jason Garcille's Motorcycle" in your garage.  Boy, did I ever fall for that one!  I believed you, every time, and it never occurred to me to question you.  You always had a story that just sounded so plausible. I sure wish you were here to pull some more of your antics.  Perhaps I would have eventually caught on. Perhaps one day you might have come to me and "fessed up".  It doesn't really matter, though, as I still love you, and I miss the challenge you presented.  I especially miss the times you would call during the day when I was at the studio, and it was always the same question: "Hey Dad, whatcha doin"?  Times are different now without you, but your brothers have been such a rock for me to lean on.  I was blessed with three of the finest sons that any Dad could ask for.

Your loving Dad

5 Years Ago Today

Mom was telling the story today of how you almost lost an eye your sophomore or junior year in high school. You told her that somebody closed a car door that you were in front of which caused you to put your hands up to block the door, which then caused your finger to hit your eye, which then somehow caused a MASSIVE swelling which looked like your eye was about to fall out. Unbelievable right? Well that's because it was. When I heard mom say this, I snickered to myself a little, because I remember hearing the real story. Someone correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you and your friends were throwing rocks at each other after soccer practice, and you got hit right in the eye by one of them. Sounds like a lot of fun...throwing rocks at each other. I can't say I ever did that, but I guess it was just one of those times where you just "had to be there." I hope it was worth it (it wasn't)! It's been so long since we've seen you, but I've felt your presence every day. We all miss and love you so much Adam.

We still miss you just as much 5 years later.  Thanks for continuing to watch over us and present us with amazing opportunities.  This photo is from one of the first training runs I went on this summer for the NYC marathon which will be November 4th.  It will be sad not having you at the finish line this time around, but I know you will be proud.